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I want to reach out, I want to squeeze hands
And feel under your fingers pulsing with life
Beating their last bars
The last time to the music of death
This rhythm makes cry from happiness
Enjoy like an orgasm

Manson Charles Manson Dad
My dad Manson Charles Manson

Sun washed away with red paint
Favorite all time if blood
The girl turned into a dark alley
Knocking loudly on the asphalt heels
Perhaps its someone threw
Well, come on, now in my arms

Hands are shaking with anticipation
Now catch up with life and death began to dance
And it speeds up the steps
Does not go, but just flies
Again and again stumbled runs
Where are you, where there is in fact a dead end

Put the jar on the shelf higher
In my collection there was a pair of gray eyes
Why did she not sat at home
Closing the locks all
Knows that at this time
Go in search of the catch

Chad Charles Manson !!!