Pablo escobar's secret stash: revisited

fuck the truth, and if out hearts poured out every last word he will die in the name of all that we carved in their wrists witness the fake.
so relieve by all the scars severed sighs of fucking me. ill kill you before the breath that murdered the foe. what we have carved in their wrists
witness the fake.so believe by all the scars.
severed knives, to dull to stab.ill fuck you before the best of me fucks myself first. where the fuck is the trust? we will die.