Your Cock Is My Garbage - Your Existence Has No Meaning Without My Rule Aroma

descent into the depths of your darkest every inch of my divine form until I say

you're itchy you're mine completely hold it suffer for me forever trapped in the

silent of servitude under my divine the rush the dizziness because a step closer

to oblivion to your ultimate release a fire but you'll keep a little addict

let go and let it remind