V.i.p. - Frankness Of The Pressthroated Person...

V.i.p. - Frankness Of The Pressthroated Person... Lyrics

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It's my arm and it's my beauteful eye
My compa*sion and my running sing
On and on I hear the noise inside me
I think to keep it or not to keep
I was born with a beast, with a hole.
Soul is hole

Enemy lives by my body
He steals my happiness
I don't belong to me

Blackness... Whiteness
Black pale on the fate
Blister...
Fortune...
Shadow...
Pickles...
Wind.
Take him away from me

Enemy lives by my body
He steals my happiness
I don't belong to me