Track : i thought you meant
Artist : orphan donor
Album : orphan donor
i thought you meant by orphan donor from album orphan donor
Duration : 1 minutes & 31 seconds.
Listener : 182 peoples.
Played : 523 times and counting.
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confirmation bias/psyche erosion
By : orphan donor
how to create a wormhole/waste your life
evolvedthroughsaturation(version02%2B48)
By : Thekevorkiansolution
asungdynastyinsenceburner
Empathy & Atomic Bomb are Practically the Same Word
By : You Can't Hug Your Children With Nuclear Arms
Clean Up The Mess You Made in the Kitchen Because Its Starting to Leave A Really Bad Smell
Nurse, Would You Please Prep the Patient for Sexual Doctor
By : Daughters
This Ends Now
By : Ed Gein
Sometimes She Tasted Like Burnt Plastic Smells
By : The Sawtooth Grin
Moby Dick
By : 25 Dollar Massacre
This Could Be the Very Reason Keith Richards Cannot Be Killed By
By : SENDER RECEIVER
The French Have to Unhinge Thier Jaws to Express Emotion
It Sure Does Get Lonely Out Here In The Boondocks. Thank God For Cock.
By : The Great Redneck Hope
Letters Never Written Can Never Be Sent
Eternal Sorrow in Salvation
By : See You Next Tuesday
Trial
By : Destroyer Destroyer
Littered With Arrows
You Suck At Life...And I'm Not Talking About The Board Game.
A Once Sincere Illusion Of Birthday Magicians
By : The Heatherton Heatwave
Johnny Law
By : Luddite Clone
Bohemiath
Chicagi Chicagi I Think I'm Going To Blow My Own Head Off Now
By : Tower of Rome
Real Teamwork Means You Pull Your Knife Out Of My Back While I Push Mine Deeper Into Yours
Phrenia
By : An Isle Ate Her
Furukawa
I heart sing alongs
By : Vessels Cast from Crippled Hands
You Had Me At "Take This You Filthy Whore"
Love Is A Jellyfish And I Treat My Stings With Urine
By : Inside the Beehive
The Delusion Of Illusion
Hellfire Choir (Son of a Preacher Man)
By : Papercut Homicide
Mother Mary and Your Sidearm
Oh My God. Omigod. Oohhh My God. I Thought Nailguns Had A Safety.
Turnover
By : Robotosaurus
Pro-Choice
Pro‐Choice
Sometimes She Tasted Like Burnt Plastic
Booost
By : James Doesn't Exist
Porkins
Tibet in My Heart
By : Gaza
Call of the Spirits
I Am The Brute Squad
By : Cloacal Kiss
Makeshift Cock Recepticle
Intermission III: The Pale ghost at sea and the fingers aquiver
By : Me and Him Call It Us
Innocent Bystanders Watched In Horror As Peter Jennings Drew His Murder Weapon - Original version
We Must (Deliberately) Bring Him Down From There
By : As The Sun Sets
