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And the violence in my insides is and malignant, and
the way
to stop it, is to cut a and let the fresh air come in.
And your public face is dripping, now famous and
beautiful,
but i can still when your mouth was always open,
like a
leading to hell.
Now perfect body's shining, and the camera's always
circling, and the
boys and girls are dreaming, and your naked bleeding
where the
have ripped your skin.
And the world is always shrinking, and my is
disappearing, in the
of your all-inclusive open arms, and feeling
penitential, l'm
off my finger, and l'm you the image, via omnipresent
electricity.
And the communists were torturing a man and
women, screams flew
out the window and through the Himalayas, then changed
a and
drifted through the wind, and on a street in Paris,
you crushed
it your high-heeled fin.
Now l'm killing and l'm stealing and l'm and l'm burning
and l'm
feeling kinda magic due to mental enervation, so i'll my
mind the
hard body of a rockstar, and then you'll fuck me,
'cause 5
people love me, and you wanna my energy.
this world is made of losers, but I wanna be a winner,
I'll do anything it takes to the upturned faces, into
trusting me completely so
need me to supply, the that will fill the emptiness that
was
by repetition of an image and a sound recognize, and
their
identities will be sexually excited by the product I will
provide.
And this planet keeps on drifting through a and viscous
blackness,
pleasure every weakness will come true we're
finished, and l'm
in my bed and my hands are bloody and l'm thinking I
can you
from the phony world you live in, and maybe you hide me
deep inside your perfect body and I'll into the glistening
flawless of
your flesh.
Now mine. Yeah you're mine...