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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 air come in.
And your public face is dripping, now famous and
beautiful,
but i can still remember when your mouth was open,
a stairway
leading to hell.
Now your perfect body's shining, and the always
circling, and the
boys and are dreaming, and your naked body's bleeding
where the
have ripped away skin.
And the world is 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 faxing you the image, via
electricity.
And the communists were a sacred man and
women, whose screams
out the window and through the Himalayas, then changed
a and
through the wind, and landed on a street in Paris,
where you
it your high-heeled 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 of a rockstar, and maybe then you'll fuck me,
5 million
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 hypnotize the upturned faces,
trusting me so they'll
need me to supply, the that will fill the emptiness that
was
by repetition of an image and a sound recognize, and
their
will be sexually excited by the product which I will
provide.
And this planet keeps on drifting a thick and viscous
blackness,
pleasure every will come true before 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 will me
deep inside your perfect and I'll melt into the glistening
contours of
your flesh.
Now mine. Yeah you're mine...