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I don't want you and I don't need you
don't bother to resist, I'll beat you It's not your fault that you're always wrong the weak ones are there to justify the strong the beautiful people, the beautiful people it's all relative to the size of your steeple you can't see the forest for the trees you can't smell your own shit on your knees Hey you, what do you see? something beautiful, something free? hey you, are you trying to be mean? if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean there's no time to discriminate, hate every motherfucker that's in your way the worms will live in every host it's hard to pick which one they eat most the horrible people, the horrible people it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple capitalism has made it this way, old-fashioned fascism will take it away (chorus) |
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| 2. |
| 4:09 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:25 |
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you cut off all of your fingers
trade them in for dollar bills cake on some more make-up to cover up all those lines wake up and stop shaking 'cause you're just wasting time. don't you need some of this? you take but cannot be given you ride but cannot be ridden pinch this tiny heart of mine wrap it up in soiled twine you never read what you've written I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when i'm high don't you want some of this? don't you need some of this? you shove your hair down my throat I feel your fingers in me tear this bitter fruit to mess and wrap it in your soiled dress now you must spit out the seeds (chorus) all dried up and tied up forever all fucked up and dead to the world... |
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| 5:16 |
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you built me up with your wishing hell
I didn't have to sell you you threw your money in the pissing well you do just what they tell you REPENT, that's what I'm talking about I shed the skin to feed the fake REPENT, that's what I'm talking about whose mistake am I anyway? Cut the head off Grows back hard I am the hydra now you'll see your star prick your finger it is done the moon has now eclipsed the sun the angel has spread its wings the time has come for bitter things (chorus) the time has come it is quite clear our antichrist is almost here... it is done |
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| 5. |
| 5:20 |
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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 are all your infants in abortion cribs I was born into this everything turns to shit the boy that you loved is the man that you fear pray until your number, asleep from all your pain, your apple has been rotting tomorrow's turned up dead I have it all and I have no choice but to I'll make everyone pay and you will see you can kill yourself now because you're dead in my mind the boy that you loved is the monster you fear peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark, you've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear pray your life was just a dream the cut that never heals pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream (I am so tangled in my sins that I cannot escape) pinch the head off, collapse me like a weed someone had to go this far I was born into this everything turns to shit the boy that you loved is the man that you fear peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark, you've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear pray your life was just a dream the cut that never heals pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream the world in my hands, there's no one left to hear you scream there's no one left for you |
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