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index.php » Трек » Misery MachineDo what I will, I will hurry there.
index.php » Трек » Misery MachineMan in the front got a sinister grin, careen down highway 666.
index.php » Трек » Misery MachineWe wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends the needles grow.
index.php » Трек » Misery MachineMy arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement.
index.php » Трек » Misery MachineWe’re gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, to the abbey of thelema.
index.php » Трек » Misery MachineBlood is pavement the grill in the front is my sinister grin.
index.php » Трек » Misery MachineThe bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick.
index.php » Трек » Misery MachineThe objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror.
index.php » Трек » Misery MachineWhen you ride you’re ridden.
index.php » Трек » Misery MachineI am fueled by filth fury.