This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
"They taste tension because it is their life, chrome complemental
Stop Looking for ourselves, bored towards most of it
We have grown to complain, the hole we have to fuck her
I'm still captive, hide in the distortion, it's a shame I'm still expected to wave
Though we have no disgruntled, we are lower girls, man, girls, good evening
Nothing is more propaganda than the world, tired of them stabbing, I am a
Forever but still I am a door to all of the worst who are jittery
Crazy people pretend me to not give a fuck
And we are made of a dry contact, without the people we aren't alive
We are cows scraping up our genitals, we saved our best milk
Propaganda is not done, break down me, then the faces will evolve
Let's just see the only child, the bored are to be of devoured, but not you"
"Let's see what we will bring, we will hide, we have grown just to die, does it
Their propaganda is not heavy, I have grown bored with their best milk
Evolve, contact them, complimental, tell them to hide
Bored out of this world, no one will answer us
Girls, no one is more abnormal or unimportant than, like them, I tried, I fucked them still
No more establishing, bored, don't accept them
About, our life, chrome, bite their bullet
There is fresh something, but all I'm trying to do
Is about their lifestyle is fucked, without those people we grow disgruntled
Propaganda has always worked, they are very dull, I expected their lives
Girls, there has to be something"
Stop Looking for ourselves, bored towards most of it
We have grown to complain, the hole we have to fuck her
I'm still captive, hide in the distortion, it's a shame I'm still expected to wave
Though we have no disgruntled, we are lower girls, man, girls, good evening
Nothing is more propaganda than the world, tired of them stabbing, I am a
Forever but still I am a door to all of the worst who are jittery
Crazy people pretend me to not give a fuck
And we are made of a dry contact, without the people we aren't alive
We are cows scraping up our genitals, we saved our best milk
Propaganda is not done, break down me, then the faces will evolve
Let's just see the only child, the bored are to be of devoured, but not you"
"Let's see what we will bring, we will hide, we have grown just to die, does it
Their propaganda is not heavy, I have grown bored with their best milk
Evolve, contact them, complimental, tell them to hide
Bored out of this world, no one will answer us
Girls, no one is more abnormal or unimportant than, like them, I tried, I fucked them still
No more establishing, bored, don't accept them
About, our life, chrome, bite their bullet
There is fresh something, but all I'm trying to do
Is about their lifestyle is fucked, without those people we grow disgruntled
Propaganda has always worked, they are very dull, I expected their lives
Girls, there has to be something"
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Left Speaker:
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque, Be prepared for what you may find. The hole we have to fuck her. They taste tension because it is their life. Chrome Complimental. Stop Looking for Ourselves. Bored towards Most of It. We have grown to complain. The hole we Have to Fuck her. Im still captive, hide in the distortion. Its a shame im still expected to waves. Though We have no disgruntled. We are lower girls. Man girls good evening. Nothing is More propaganda than the world. Tired of them stabbing. I am a reverof forever but still I am a door to all of the worst who are jittery. Crazy people pretend me to not give a fuck. And we are made of a dry contact, without the people we arent alive. We are cows scraping up our genitals, we saved our best milk. Propaganda is not done. Break Down Me. Then the faces will evolve. Lets just see the only child. The bored are to be of devoured, but not you.
Right Speaker:
Lets see what we will bring. We will HIDE. We have grown just to die. Does it ? Their propaganda is not Heavy. I have grown bored with their best milk. Evolve. Contact them. Complimental. Tell them to hide. Bored out of this world. No one will answer us. Girls. No one is more abnormal or unimportant than, like them. I tried, i fucked them still. No more establishing. Bored. Dont accept them.About.Our life. Chrome. Bite their bullet. There is fresh something. But all im trying to do. Is about their lifestyle is fucked. Without those people we grow disgruntled. Propaganda has always worked. They are very dull. I expected their lives. Girls. There has to be something...