Overflow of white clothing shoes. I hurt the Queen of Bell to remind lovely insects.
A sadistic chorus singing the mercy of diamonds. Insects and iguanas pour down iron throats.
Iron soup flow through bloody arches. Evil iguanas, comatose situation, cult of the betrayed mouth.
Mourning under the blood bow. I wake up in a dirty temple and stay there. Sleeping and sleeping and sleeping.
Constrained in a white dress and black shoes. Worry for mercy. Diamonds in your mouth.