The world appears
In front,
And asks me
To prove myself
To all.
I choose instead
To swallow you all
(It's a blissful swallow)
And so there's
Nothing left to prove.
In front,
And asks me
To prove myself
To all.
I choose instead
To swallow you all
(It's a blissful swallow)
And so there's
Nothing left to prove.
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