Beer spirit in my head,
Chips of dumplings - it's a life,
I don't wanna be your friend,
If it is, it won't be right.
Glass of wine until next hour,
Then repeat it through the night,
Let's start digging our graves out
And lay down after bite.
I sang songs for you, and lazy
Creepy brain is not so strong,
So I couldn't just erase you,
And your tongue... Do you belong
To the creatures from purgatory?
You're my personal succub?
Did you know, that I am ready
To lose soul. I'm opened book.
Succub
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