The Profiler

the words you speak give you away time well be the price you pay watching every move you make connecting the dots well seal your faith when exposed in the light your fancy words not so bright eagerness is bliss what you PARTAY this well be your final day your aura of monster surrounds you but the real one is in your head like poison running through your veins in the night creeps to your brain evidence of prof he well be obtained finding you out well be the game honey is sweet like candy cane catching you well be my fame
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Posted: Mar 2015

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