The lama who is doing well
has freedom he would like to sell
the ladies of the righteous path
like silence in a foamy bath
Just kill your self or have it done
spray your brains till you have none
put your self right in the chair
shave your head while sitting there
The no where chamber now is here
you do it friend, I'll have a beer
My fist is red, your eyes are bright
you hum along eternal night
It will not hurt, it's just your life
you want some pills? I have a knife
I'll stop your wheel of fortune friend
it's touching right on to the end
His holiness would like to bless
the wholeness which you do confess
don't mind the guardian with his sword
you sing and play the secret chord
I know you will not masturbate
when she is up there bathing late
I know her husband will not doubt
the essence that you rave about
Kill your self
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peter danielsen
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