Anonymous ID: 45686f Aug. 18, 2021, 1:33 p.m. No.14390271   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>0691 >>0837

‘’’Music video Created In 2004’’’

 

Virus lab creation

Chinese flag bauble

Covid19 model

FightingFish, falseflag

 

Trump lyrics

 

“These are the words that tear you apart (So I'm sorry)

And these are the words that take you away (As two hands open doors)

And these are just words they'll tear you apart (Something serene)

When no one here will say what needs to say (To steal my life away)

 

Climbing on the way up,

Sizing up the competition,

Waiting for the right time,

Strike a chord and change your life

 

It's this air and time that's bringing me home again

Attempt at playing the part again now

In a place you don't know

And this stance as sturdy as leaves in a storm (Don't you ever think for one-second)

The premise and motive fuelling blank faces (That I will forget)

The fool in a place you don't know (The reasons that I cried)

In this place, you don't

 

New medicines should ease this pain.

They're the only ailment for it. All over again

 

Regret's how I spell your name

In light of what you have done

How can you not feel the same?

My love will fade with the sun

As days go by, shed a tear (This is not a product)

I hate your face more than life

I'll fake a smile for you my dear (We're not in a competition)

So turn away

 

These are the words that tear you apart (Waiting for the right time)

And these are the words that take you away (Strike a chord and change your life)

I'm not in the business of faking to please vain opposers

A dead legion of new, cloned followers

You're cornered in a place you don't know

In this world, you don't

 

New medicines should ease this pain

They're the only ailment for it. All over again

 

All over again (Climbing on the way up)

All over again (Sizing up the competition)

All over

(Waiting for the right time)

(Strike a chord and change your life)”

Anonymous ID: 45686f Aug. 18, 2021, 1:38 p.m. No.14390307   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>0691

Music Video Created In 2004

 

Ghislane and Jeffrey in naval uniforms - bikini trench coat+pink dress

Little St James temple, pedo spiral

7th floor surveillance, anons

chi rho

 

Trump lyrics

 

May I remind you again: this is a dream, and in dreams you can do anything you darn please

 

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

 

Time is running, it's running on empty and the gas is running out

I've decided that tonight is the night

That I let love aside

Full speed ahead this seems to be the place

I've seen this once before

Planned perfection sought in my dreams

Hoping this would take you home

 

If I could become the servant of all

No lower place to fall

If I could become the servant of all

No lower place to fall

 

You watch me like a ten car highway wreck

With detached, vulgar curiosity

This looking down on the tops of the hats

Of us passersby from your seventh floor balcony

(Drowning in my sleep, I'm drowning in my sleep)

And from such a height you missed

Creatures too small for sight carry on covert conversation

As the misguided insects crown me their Grasshopper King

With a dance of celebration

 

I will now bring new meaning to the word alone

Endless nights of dreaming of life

And the days we should have spent here

 

(I could be your servant)

I always said I could see, but now I'm going blind

(If I could be your servant)

It was a matter of miserable time

But I heard somewhere, there was a cure for useless eyes

 

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight (So hold on tight)

So kiss me one last time (Shut your…)