Garganta Profunda - Lamida Vaginal

My life is trusted to myself No hope, no fear, nothing around here I care no more for things that I adore You don't pray for God's help any more I hate you and

Turning to the next page of your diary It's blank and virgin white All the lines are blurred, you swim on melted paper Drowning false delight You don't need to

I try to stay so undetected, following you silently Don't you notice me behind your back I'm following in your tracks Even if you're underwater Gasping for the

Should we care for insincerity While we are floating away And the faces pass us by Should we care for this insanity Destroying fears anyway When curing is just