Darp

I'm gonna blow Oh yeah, come on, it's getting dark Taking hold Come along to the swamp of Darp They can't feel what I can And send it back with a prayer And this thing could kill anyone Send it to hell whence it's from Purge with me baby Get behind it Souls are escaping You didn't mind it My hands are bleeding God prescribed it But, but I won't come down It's in vain But my tits are at the top Bolognese We mosh quiet so it's fine The playground metaphor The hanging that's semi-old Wouldn't prescribe it for you What ever happened to That singer I could adore He bеat me black and blue