sentri

I'm going stir crazy. Somebody talk to me.

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Dirty Hole - VAST

I saw the gravestones, I saw nine year old boys,
Somehow I knew they hated me,
You can live as long as you want to live,
Lately all I want is to be in your hole,

Sleep without a dream,
As cold as it seems,
It's my destiny,

How many men have been in your sacred hole?

[How many dead men God?]

As I spread her thighs,
My life flashes before my eyes,
Soothing, disturbing,
I'm intoxicated with fear,

How many men have died in your dirty hole?

How many men lay dead from this killing hole?