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Kief Catcher- I Set My Friends On FIre

Track 8 from Astral Rejection In stores June 21st! (I do to own the rights to this song) Comment if you want lyrics! Watch your back or I'll have your girlfriend on hers. Keep that nympholeptic, my typo chick is hypodermic. I'm a sonic salesman. Handling a brief case loaded with frequencies provided for the deaf -and-dumb. Salivating fuzzed receptions, still have their lips suctioned on my thumb. Just trying to lighten up the mood dude, blowin' out your attitude. Now remain your ass calm. Or I make you disappear, after I clear this smoke bomb. I'm glad irrepressible tremors, carry zero context or tone. Bashed that skull cap, with your own cellular phone. Found malodorous residue, I have a feeling they barbecued you. Beings were blaring queer diapason jams, centrifugally forced to cash grand galactic grams. A flexible cystotome like device saw what was flawed, the biopsy was an indelible optical saccade. Achromatic couldn't fit it's chroma with the help of fate. Leader precentor hocks a sacred lodged key. The frantic search for me, begins unceremoniously. Intra-axonally whiplashed exemplary ages ago. Chucked the longest geographical stretch, a span can depot. Intra-axonally whiplashed exemplary ages ago. Chucked the longest geographical stretch, a span can depot. (a span can depot) Please, hubristic disease, incarnate each cathexes. Foaming alchemical dust debris. Clumpy excerpts are droopy guarantees.