Operator get me through. Operator get me through. Got to get me through to you, to you. can you see them, they all look the same. did you hear them they cried out your name.
I hate your shitty attitudes. I want you all to die.... . You cock-rock faggots. Making me fucking sick. I bet when you're backstage. You suck your manager's dick.
Got no head. It's a bucket with teeth. It likes to dream. It likes to sleep. . It knows hot. It knows cool. It know what's what. It's no fool. . Fill up the bucket with.
You know moves I never fake. You know moves I never fake. You know moves I never fake. You know moves I never fake. . You know moves I never fake. You know moves I never fake.
A woman is raped. Just sixteen years old. ??. Another soul is sold. . There is no escape. For the children of rape. . A rape happens every second. Somewhere in the world.
Done, we done. We done, we done. We done, we done. We done, we done. . In the grooves of this record. Is the sound of John Cage. . Done, we done. We done, we done.
Find us at night by our glowing embers. this band's curse inflicts all its members. gotta get stoned once in a while. we get stoned like its going out of style.
Consumption of feces. Bulimic excretion begins. . Now you binge on shit. Helps to keep you thin. . A diet of death - a diet of shit. Wasting away until nothing is left.
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This diamond flow I hear, this shiny hole I wear. This broken rock we breathe was once a lifeless square. We welcome you to here, it isn't so I fear. We wouldn't want to stay another perfect day.
Have you even been broken?. Broken up inside?. It's suicide..... (x14). . Have you ever been worried?. Ever been told a lie?. Made to fake an opinion?.
I know a place. Where the visitor always stays. Beauty runs 'em down. When they chance to cross that way. Through the night I hear that strain. Beauty's on my trail again.
Serious bi curious, buy anything. Buy it or shaving cream goes down the drain. Blue-vine, batwing, cannibal. Hurrah, hurrah. . Voyeuristic sculpture and fertility.
Bend-over.... Fuck your ass. . Now that I am done. I am sick of you. I slit your throat. And dispose of you.
And when I wake up in the morning. To feel the daybreak on my face. There's a blood that's flowin' through the feeling. With a knife to open up the sky's vein.