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And the violence in my is glowing and malignant, and
the way
to stop it, is to cut a hole and let the air come in.
And your public is dripping, now you're famous and
beautiful,
but i can remember when your mouth was always open,
like a
leading to hell.
Now your body's shining, and the camera's always
circling, and the
boys and are dreaming, and your naked body's bleeding
the dogs
have ripped your skin.
And the world is shrinking, and my mind is
disappearing, in the
adulation of your open arms, and feeling
penitential, l'm
off my finger, and l'm faxing you the image, via
electricity.
And the communists torturing a sacred man and
women, screams flew
out the window and through the Himalayas, changed into
a and
drifted the wind, and landed on a street in Paris,
where you
it your high-heeled fin.
Now l'm killing and l'm and l'm raping 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 maybe then you'll me,
5 million
people love me, and you wanna my energy.
Yeah this is made of losers, but I wanna be a winner,
I'll do anything it to hypnotize the upturned faces, into
trusting me so they'll
need me to supply, the object that fill the emptiness that
was
by of an image and a sound they recognize, and
their
identities will be sexually excited by the which I will
provide.
And this planet keeps on drifting through a and viscous
blackness,
pleasure every weakness will come true before
finished, and l'm
in my bed and my are gening bloody and l'm thinking I
can you
from the world you live in, and maybe you will hide me
inside your perfect body and I'll melt into the glistening
flawless of
your flesh.
Now you're mine. Yeah mine...