Oliver K7

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Oliver K7 - CuT It OUt

 

CuT It OUt

I miss another thing that just you has/
make me feel desperate like when I wear laugh gas/
the sensation of remember too late/
seems like an bubble full of hate.

Incinerating my suffering/
put a target in my abdominal cavity/
sorry but I am losing/
in the cradle sleep my corrupt(son).

Let me rest in my own funeral/
cover me before something go out of the hall/
the happenings that never in thought/
and this falsies condolences, please, cut it out.

An piece of me miss you/
an piece of me want to adjust you/
an piece of me need remedy/
an piece of you been waiting...

oliver kayo sete