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São Gonçalo, Rio de Janeiro

[b]In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death We have no future heaven wasn't made for me we burn ourselves to hell as fast as it can be and I wish that I could be the king then I'd know that I am not alone Maggots put on shirts Sell each others shit sometimes I feel so worthless sometimes I feel discarded I wish that I was good enough then I'd know that I am not alone Death is policeman Death is the priest Death is the stereo Death is a TV Death is the Tarot Death is an angel and Death is our God killing us all she put the seeds in me plant this dying tree she's a burning string and I'm just the ashes she put the seeds in me plant this dying tree she's a bur