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				*My Prison Souls* *Disguscombustificationilly*



	Home Talkin' Coyote \| Sanctification \| I Want To Be... \| Transgression \| Coloral Diversity \| Thurisaz \| Climactic Rush \| Soul Pressure \| Do YOU Remember? \| Apathy \| NO2 \| Swamp \| Twosdey \| Pain: The Human Condition \| Waves Of Souls \| Magical Colorful Worlds \| Soul Scraping \| Question \| Mutant Feelings \| Static Statisticity \| Ambiguous Crap Shoot Shit List \| Disconnected \| Used Up \| Blossoming Growing Pains \| Who Dat? \| Assassinate Id \| Springtime Demons \| Green Wool \| Play Till Ya Win \| Soul Mate \| She Put Her Boots On \| Another Pome About the Rain \| Hanging On \| Soul Resin \| Disguscombustificationilly \| Arizona Dream \| Tired Circles \| Funny Cauze Id's Twoo \| An Ex tension of My Self


		Disguscombustificationilly I don't feel right not talking to you I don't feel right talking to you You are always in my mind Always with me, no matter what I do. You thrill me, chill me, kill me, disgust me, combust me, mistrust me. The words are never there It's never the right time It's all bullshit all this talk, all talking just for talking's sake. The words I want to say, want to hear are never there. What's the fucking point? Why even bother? Copyright Heather Prudence Davis