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Welcome to the world of the manic depressed.
Hopped up on Valium and in cardiac arrest. Hold me closer when this world ends. To become prosthetic and disinfect our friends. We could share our endorphins. We could sleep with loaded shotguns and trigger happy trends. The human pets neurotic and hopeless. We're all hopeless tonight. For the panic attacked and the socially phobic. I don't need your therapy. I don't want you telling me. Everything will be alright. |
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| 1:40 |
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Johnny, get your gun. I'm not afraid to die.
Johnny, get your gun. For a suicide pact tonight. Burning out with the Hollywood hopefuls. Ultra violence. Wrapped in cellophane. That cardboard cut out icon was my swinging rope and skipping toes. Johnny, I'm not your dying star. Bound and gagged in the back of my car. My world came crashing down. |
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| 1:55 |
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The joy decoys are coming. Dirty as a dollar and twice as numbing.
Backstabbing salesmen telling you ho to feel. Door to door gunpoint. Selling you flesh to the meat markets and running. If you want love, you can buy love. Everyone is for sale. They are making you kneel. The rip off artists are coming. Sleazy used car salesmen telling you how to feel. Your devil in a three-piece suit is here. His gun cocked to shoot who is near. Selling your soul one dollar at a time. You are the money hungry prostitute swine. You are the money hungry prostitute swine. Open your legs and recite these lines. |
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| 2:04 |
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Hey suicide soldier. With the weight of the world on your shoulders.
Has everything left you tired? Feeling drained and uninspired? Well, you're just a freak. Like the rest of us. Just a lonely freak. Falling out of touch. When everything feels like it's just too much. Sing along to a disposable song. Now you're one of us. Hey suicide soldier I've got enough matches to burn down Rome. It'll give you something to live for. Something to die for. Something other than being alone. This is the sound of the voice pollution. This is the burning bra revolution. You are the discarded nation. Burning down every radio station. When you need an anthem to feel. Go fight kill.Sing it loud sing it proud. |
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| 3:07 |
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You need me and I need this illusion of safety.
I'm just too scared of being alone. Feed me a steady diet of resuscitator thrusts. Without you my air supply is low. And my heart is going to explode. Look at the lonely people decayed and feeble. And look at what it's doing to us. So put me on our life support. My pulse is fading and my breath is short. So put me on your life support. I'm damaged goods on your police report. You were the adrenaline shot to my heart when euphoria and I just couldn't part. Look at the lonely people, decayed and feeble And look at what it's doing to us. |
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| 6. |
| 4:20 |
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Looking into her shadowed eyes
Looking into her shadowed skies Dead America Breathing her air Feeling her scare Dead America The streets are throbbing with fear |
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| 7. |
| 2:31 |
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Does this hurt you? Does this make you feel alive?
Can I be the lover in your bed? Sinning by your side. Annie, pull me closer. Annie, crush me harder. If I cut you will you bleed? If I touch you will you need? You're Mr. Big shot. You're Mr. Cheap shot. Say my name again. Feel your blood flow. Feel me down slow. Take my breath away. I'm the best you ever had. You're Mr. Big shot. You're Mr. Cheap shot. I know I'm the best you've ever had. Hey, whatever makes you come. |
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| 2:39 |
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Are you vulnerable right now? Can I own you somehow?
Living out your sweetest dream. Making every nympho scream. do I make you feel degraded? Like a worthless piece of meat. Bound beaten and overrated. Nyphoteens silver screens. We are all just fiends. Tell me I'm your sex machine. Or date raping every teen. I'm your narcissistic self-esteem. |
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| 9. |
| 2:24 |
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Hey human pollen
Infect us all Our rubber gloves Will protect our fall Just let the A.I.D.S. police go aghead and shoot first And ask questions later shoot, shoot Let them shoot Let them let them shoot Let them shoot Neophytes are alive by insect bites Showing ever flaw in flourescent lights Shoot shoot Let them let them shoot Let them shoot |
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| 1:51 |
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This static hit the airwaves
This gimmick hit the big time We bought these makes in California Where those plastic surgeons are the crime Liars and fakers are good moneymakers Two-faced, double crossed, and vacant We started a suicide cult today And killed ourselves for the cliche Would you follow each other to the next big thing? Of shooting yourself in the face Would you bleed yourself dry? Just to live out that lie? And for one empty embrace Bulimic and hostile Are you sedated? Are you the emaciated? |
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| 2:41 |
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Army ants living a little white lie
A slave to the wage and the nine to five I want the monotony I need the anonymity It's my personal jesus My job defines who I am It's the evolution of man My net worth tells me who I am Take it all and beg for more This is something you can't understand...anymore We're all drugged monkeys Content with our role We're all porn junkies Looking for a hole |
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| 12. |
| 2:06 |
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Dead presidents
Bleeding America Blue Dead presidents Shocking you with stun guns on the seven o'clock news Your right hand man is sharpening his knives Side by side One by one Standing in line to sedate yourself between commercial breaks Because the psychotic hype has arrived No one's getting out alive |
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| 1:48 |
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This is the mannequin campaign. This is the shock value refrain.
Laying on all fours to pay the rent. Drugs, drugs, drugs. Drag queens cross-dressed and gender bent. This is the mannequin campaign of the bleached white. For the drug addicts and the stoned fanatics. For the drug addicts and the stoned fanatics. For the drug addicts and the stoned fanatics. Drugs, drugs, drugs. The run way models whoring themselves at night. Drugs, drugs, drugs. |
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| 14. |
| 3:12 |
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I've covered all my traces and given all the facelifts.
You are the reason that I am so numb. This is my black hole that I have become. I'm blowing the cover of a two timing lover. You are the reason that I am so numb.This is the black hole that I have become. |
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| 15. |
| 2:30 |
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The sky is falling on a TV screen. Mass hysteria for an American Dream.
This antichrist is coming to kill your young. Armageddon well packaged and formatted for your TV screen. Load your firearms because security is a warm warm gun. Give us more desperation because it works for me.With fagged out politicians and pop star rape machines. Give us more isolation because it works for me. Give us more medication so we can run away from another day. |
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| 16. |
| 3:36 |
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Ms. Doe
I've been watchin you Outside your window Cutting myself to feel new I want to tie you up, and pin you down Ms. Doe You're my only muse This blindfold and this gag they're both for you I want to tie you up, and pin you down I want to feel lost and feel found My nerves are shot and my wrists are slit I'm your stalker and you're my fix You're my fix You're my fix You're my fix |
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