| Probability | Text |
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| 84% | Do not deal with yourself. This is not the end yet. We sense into your body. We sense a way for you for my mind. A way for my mind. You will have no escape from free your mind. Let the attention grow. Feel the blood pumping through your veins. All that energy will go back to your senses and to your nerves. Set it free. Don't be afraid. It's time to continue the experience of your life. | ▶️ |
| 84% | Holding for the day, you know that isn't right. With the training of the service, they only pick you up on. A shaker hangs, and then he hops and pieces burn. But for now, you stay in all this hell that's in burn. Every now and then, she's just a stupor-haired, false-sealed, false-sealed, dead-night-goer, dead-night-goer, free-goer, true-goer, hardly no way. But say it, but say it, if she's a queen, but her baby's clean, but her holy ghost has said, you're so mean, you're so coy, you're so angry, you're so vague, contributing us, probably be friends. Isn't this sad, is this how we all end? Bouncy, bouncy, she's just a bad, bad, bouncy, bouncy, she's just a bad, bad, bouncy, bouncy, she's just a bad, bad, bouncy. | ▶️ |
| 80% | That's not the end. | ▶️ |
| 84% | All of the sewage left swept before me Without a platter that it's seen We're taking free in the shattering And uniting the end Like an Wriggling With a waste of a flame Burning me from inside Why can't escape My hands were chained And my head knelt to the wall Why try to scream What can't make a sound Scuttle us figures with motion sounds Light off this world Not even from my worst nightmares | ▶️ |
