i had a little monkey. I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread. along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo. and now my monkey's dead.
Hey. . There's no rules today. You steal instead of borrow. You take all the shapes that I make. Think that you think all the thoughts that I thought you.
Do you always have to hire actors to play the devils that talk me out of my suicides?. You're just a ringtone,. That happens when you get sick enough to call the one with bullet holes.
Do you always have to hire actors to play the devils that talk me out of my suicides?. You're just a ringtone,. That happens when you get sick enough to call the one with bullet holes.
Mother Inferior Got Her Gunn. Goddamn. Goddamn. Goddamn. (?)I can't here you... why are you(?). Goddamn. Goddamn. Goddamn. Goddamn. Goddamn. . You spoonfed us saturday morning mouthfuls of maggots and lies.
Ladies and Gentlemen. We are the things of shapes to come. Your freedom's not free and dumb. This depression is great. The deformation age, they know my name.
I am the face of piss and shit and sugar. I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey. What I want, what I want is just your children. I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being.
Man in the front got a sinister grin. Careen down highway 666. We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends. the needles grow. My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement.
I got my lunch box and I'm armed real well. . I wanna go down. I wanna go down. Go down. I wanna go down. I wanna go down. Go down. Go down. . The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest.
We were neurophobic and perfect. The day that we lost our souls. Maybe we weren't so human but. If we cry we will rust. And I was a hand grenade. . That never stopped exploding.
Fornicators in wooden silence. Throw grubsteaks on the offering plate. Supplication congregation. Count the creases in your face. Prophet preaches hypocrisy.
(Grandmother) {mumbles} This morning. (Mother) I can't hear ya. (Grandmother) I woke at 6: 30 this morning with a headache. (Mother) Oh. (Grandmother) I want to take {mumbles} or not..
Its not like I made myself a list. Of new and different ways to murder your heart. Im just a painting thats still wet. If you touch me. Ill be smeared.
The ants are in the sugar. The muscles atrophied. We're on the other side, the screen is us and we're t.v.. Spread me open, sticking to my pointy ribs.
Son of man, rise up son of man. New York cities son of Sam. With a gun in hand. He reaps the women of our land. . Blood and family does his death depravity.
Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal. I bring you. bring dead. On we plow. The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest. . Try to tell me, tell me he's the best.
Your sick, and you're gunna stay sick. I'll spread me open. Stuck to my ribs. Are all your infants in abortion cribs. You run like roaches. You try to die.
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Long Hard Road Out of Hell (Critter Remix). I want to fly into your sun. Need fear to make me numb. Live like a teenage christ. Im a saint, got a date with suicide.
I want to fly into your sun. Need faith to make me numb. Live like a teenage Christ. I'm a saint, got a date with suicide. . Oh Mary, Mary. To be this young is oh so scary.