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And the violence in my insides is and malignant, and
the way
to stop it, is to cut a hole and let the fresh air in.
And your public is dripping, now you're famous and
beautiful,
but i can still remember your mouth was always open,
like a
down to hell.
Now your perfect body's shining, and the camera's
circling, and the
boys and girls are dreaming, and naked body's bleeding
where the
have ripped away skin.
And the world is always shrinking, and my is
disappearing, in the
adulation of all-inclusive open arms, and feeling
penitential, l'm
off my finger, and l'm faxing you the image, via
electricity.
And the communists were torturing a man and
women, whose flew
out the and through the Himalayas, then changed into
a and
drifted through the wind, and on a street in Paris,
where you
it underneath your fin.
Now l'm and l'm stealing and l'm raping and l'm burning
and l'm
kinda magic due to mental enervation, so i'll send my
mind the
hard body of a rockstar, and maybe you'll fuck 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 completely so
need me to supply, the object that will fill the emptiness
was
by of an image and a sound they recognize, and
malleable
identities will be excited by the product which I will
provide.
And this planet keeps on through a thick and viscous
blackness,
pleasure every weakness will come true before
finished, and l'm
in my bed and my hands are gening and l'm thinking I
can you
from the phony you live in, and maybe you will hide me
deep inside your perfect body and melt into the glistening
flawless of
your flesh.
Now you're mine. Yeah mine...