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