Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Birth is always painful, Decaying in the womb trapped within this body
A bleeding human tomb gutted bitch lies dead emptied of the child
chewing on the cords its life line to this world afterbirth is flowing
The stench is overwhelming
My body, growing stronger, my pain turns to torture

Flirt (With Me)
Fractured
Finishing Touches
Find The Thrill
Freaky
Fake It
Forever 17
Feel So Numb
Floating Away
Feels Like a Woman
Forgotten Sex
Freedom Ain't What It Use to Be
Feasting On The Blind

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