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