I don't know if I can open up. I've been opened enough. I don't know if I can open up. I'm not a birthday present. I'm aggressive regressive. The past is over.
Stare in the face of the grim death. Screaming monsters bring me to deafness. My dagger and swagger are useless in the faze of the mirror. When the mirror is made of my face.
I lie, I wait. I stop, I hesitate. I am, I breathe. I meant, I think of me. . Is it any wonder I can't sleep?. All I have is all you gave to me. Is it any wonder I found peace through you?.
You have eyes that lead me on. And a body that shows me death. Your lips look like they were made. for something else but they just suck my breath. I want your pain to taste why you're ashamed.
I am the god of Fuck. I am the god of Fuck. I am the god of Fuck. I am the god of Fuck. I am the god of Fuck. I am the god of Fuck. I am the god of Fuck.
Epilogue. Go home to your mother!. Doesn't she ever watch you?. Tell her this isn't some communist day care center. Tell your mother I hate her. Tell your mother I hate you!.
In the wasteland. On the way to the Red Queen.... It's no wonder our stage clothes. Have dreams to be famous.. . The trees in the courtyard. Are painted in blood.
They'd mount machine guns on top of the dune buggies. And the girls would drive the dune buggy while the guys shot the machine gun. We'd swoop down on the town and kill everyone that wasn't beautiful.
You cut off all of your fingers. Trade them in for dollar bills. Cake on some more make-up to cover all those lines. Wake up and stop shaking 'cause you're just wasting time.
Down in the park. Where the madmen meet. the machines play'kill-by-number'. Down in the park with a friend called 'five'. . I was in a car crash. Or was it the war.
To take some drugs say. to make us feel so hollow. we love in vain. narcissistic and so shallow. The cops and queers. swim you have to swallow. hate today.
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I peek into the hole, I struggle for control. The children love the show. But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes. Fail to see the anguish in my eyes.
An extra mile to cross the line. I kiss my Judas one more time. I die. For your sin. . Life is simple, life is sweet. The perspective from down on your knees.
Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag. Godmod grotesque burlesque drag. . Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag. Godmod grotesque burlesque drag. All the goose step girlies with the cursive faces.
(This may be dark, come on, i want you to meet my friend). . (Burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn). . burn the witches, burn the witches. don't take time to sew your stitches.
And I'm black rainbow. and I'm an ape of god. I got a face that's made for violence upon. and I'm a teen distortion. . survived abortion. a rebel from the waist down.
And I could look into the crowded morgue of mistakes. The sun stopped its smile and frowned on me too. My re-built, re-mastered heart is smashed into its faces.
I can tell you, what they say in space. That our earth is too grey. But when the spirit is so digital. The body acts this way. That world was killing me.
...pitiful fuck. Are you still in love with me, Missi?. I am so pretty and withdrawn. . I peek into the hole. I struggle for control. And the children love the show.