tHERE'S NO HOPE FOR US WE SPEAK IN TONGUES BLACKER THAN THE
tHERE'S NO
HOPE FOR US
WE SPEAK IN TONGUES
BLACKER THAN THE SUN nO DEATH CAN TOUCH
THE CROOKED YOUNG
WE DON'T SLEEp
we don't eat
we speak in tongues
we can't die
we're dead inside no death can touch
the crooked
young.
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