Cross Them Out Testo
Testo Cross Them Out
Strict regards to all the walking dead, soon you will be struck down.
Your miserable appeal destroys the masses.
Wearing pretty faces filled with empty thoughts.
Point my finger, place the blame, and I'll kill them off and cross them out
Your miserable appeal destroys the masses.
Wearing pretty faces filled with empty thoughts.
Point my finger, place the blame, and I'll kill them off and cross them out
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