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Narcoleptic Youth Chronological Disorder

Plastic eyes. Plastic face. Plastic Body. I want to melt you. [x2] Take her to my room and I lock the door. She seems so real strapped down to the floor

They're a different breed. Right from the start. Born and raised in a world of hate. But it's not their fault. They're products of their time. The missing

You've got no life. Got no hope. All you ever do is sit around and mope. Got no brain, your head's so thick. Every time I see you I get so sick! Felon

86 the crap. I've had it up to here. I'm sick and tired of you pretentious queers. 86 the crap. If that's what it's all about. Cuz if you call THAT "

Mini van soccer mom driving down the avenue Run me off the road cause to you I don't exist Mini van soccer mom you live in your own world Run me off

I used to live under fear of a Nuclear War. We used to fight with H Bombs, but those days are no more. The found a better way to kill the masses dead

Pull the trigger blow off my head. Sometimes I think you'd rather see me dead. So here's some bullets and a brand new gun. Now pull the trigger bitch