You create a hell for the ones to buy your illusion You design a spell that you cast upon the forsaken Hortative You engender temptation Re-create Invent
I heard your voice in my mind - you were Iying I saw you under the door - you were sleeping An ocean bleeds in your veins - now you're melting Your hand
You were wrong to resist nem I was wrong to forgive. Now I loathe my own weakness, But you praise me for this. There's a place in your future, Where the
And what do I do, With the gift you present to me, The one no one else would buy? They would not accept the filthy premise of your most terrible innocence
Now I've Got Nothing To Look At And I've Got No Pain To Deny And I've Got No Body To Bleed For And I've Got No Sun To Pull Down From The Sky But I'm Saved
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The secret sign of a charmed existence Is the shiny liquid on her lips And the ecstasy that comes with her image Grows from the power that the money gives
After I Bed With Thee Your Soul Shall No Longer Be Deep Inside The Hollow Space Only I Can Fill It's Ache And In Your Newfound Ecstasy Thine Eyes Shall
Down at the bonom of the deep black sea Your naked body is waiting for me Beneath a halo of underwater light Reflecting red stars of madness In your eyes
Talk To Me Tell Me The Truth This Sells Sour Burn My Face This Smells Sour Burn Me Now
come here you freak i saw you crawling last night big erection in your hand you rule the world you're gonna murder somebody weak strong men win at violence
I give you money, You're superior. I don't exist: You control me. You're corrupt, You're deformed, You're corrupt: You control me. Own me, own me, Own
24 hours, split three ways. Because you bought one third, you own everything. Shut off the possibility, and wipe out the imagination. Now the world stands
Now the past is untrue, and this breath is a lie And the sun is an emptiness, that burns through the sky And this ground it will slide down, down into
The future's leaking through a shut lead door In the ruins of a city under the forest floor. Your naked body's buried in a vacant field What does your
if you wanna be the star just get the big guitar a pair of leather jeans lends credibility make all the critics cream just get down on your knees learn
Shadowscapes form a web across the sky and steal the light that runs the engine of my heart Deceived by clouds but I know it will soon return to watch
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