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Project 86 Miscellaneous Team Black The more I taste The more I need The more you make me ill. The more I taste The more I need Need my fill of you. I dont even like the taste of blood Taste of blood It was only half your sanity This is hunger that just wont go away Wont go away I was torn between my feed of you No one to take take take me on. The more I taste The more I need The more you make me ill. The more I taste The more I need Need my fill of you. The more I taste The more I need The more you make me ill. The more I taste The more I need Need my fill of you. You make me feel hungry as the day I soon change I need more of you inside of me Im nothing more than what they made of me Made of me. I was torn between my feed of you No one to take take take me on. The more I taste The more I need The more you make me ill. The more I taste The more I need Need my fill of you. The more I taste The more I need The more you make me ill. The more I taste The more I need Need my fill of you. And when my objects become you, I slowly melt away. And when I need another fill, I turn you on again. I was torn between my feed of you No one to take take take me on. The more I taste The more I need The more you make me ill. The more I taste The more I need Need my fill of you. The more I taste The more I need The more you make me ill. The more I taste The more I need Need my fill of you. |
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