Frase de Anna Vargas
Your very voice is like a plague Slowly infecting my senses I'm in some sort of boiling rage You've broken my defenses I want to outrage your mother Hurt everything you love Smash your heart into powder Far worse than you’ve done Cause your words are made of acid Eroding till my soul Yeah your words are made of acid Eroding till my soul Venon venon Drips from your lips I’m intoxicated I’m intoxicated Venon venon Somebody save me, please I’m intoxicated I’m intoxicated
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