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Antichrist Superstar (lyrics)
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Irresponsible Hate Anthem |
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I am so all-American, I'd sell you suicide |
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I am totalitarian, I've got abortions in my eyes |
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I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper |
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I am the animal who will not be himself |
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fuck it |
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Hey victim, should I black your eyes again? |
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Hey victim, |
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you were the one who put the stick in my hand |
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I am the ism, my hate's a prism |
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let's just kill everyone and let your god sort them out |
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fuck it |
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Everybody's someone else's nigger/I know you are so am I |
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I wasn't born with enough middle fingers/ |
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I don't need to choose a side |
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I better, better, better, better not say this |
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better, better, better, better not tell |
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I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper |
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I am the idiot who will not be himself |
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fuck it |
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(chorus) |
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The Beautiful People |
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I don't want you and I don't need you |
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don't bother to resist, I'll beat you |
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It's not your fault that you're always wrong |
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the weak ones are there to justify the strong |
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the beautiful people, the beautiful people |
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it's all relative to the size of your steeple |
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you can't see the forest for the trees |
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you can't smell |
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your own shit on your knees |
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Hey you, what do you see? |
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something beautiful, something free? |
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hey you, are you trying to be mean? |
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if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean |
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there's no time to discriminate, |
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hate every motherfucker |
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that's in your way |
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the worms will live in every host |
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it's hard to pick which one they eat most |
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the horrible people, the horrible people |
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it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple |
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capitalism has made it this way, |
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old-fashioned fascism |
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will take it away |
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(chorus) |
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Dried Up, Tied and Dead to the World |
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you cut off all of your fingers |
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trade them in for dollar bills |
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cake on some more make-up to |
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cover up all those lines |
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wake up and stop shaking |
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don't you want some of this? |
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don't you need some of this? |
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you take but cannot be given |
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you ride but cannot be ridden |
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pinch this tiny heart of mine |
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wrap it up in soiled twine |
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you never read what you've written |
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I'll be your lover, i'll be forever |
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i'll be tomorrow, i am anything when i'm high |
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don't you want some of this? |
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don't you need some of this? |
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you shove your hair down my throat |
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i feel your fingers in me |
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tear this bitter fruit to mess |
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and wrap it in your soiled dress |
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now you must spit out the seeds |
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(chorus) |
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all dried up and tied up forever |
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all fucked up and dead to the world... |
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Tourniquet
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she's made of hair and bone and little teeth |
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and things I cannot speak |
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she comes on like a crippled plaything |
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spine is just a string |
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I wrapped our love in all this foil |
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silver-tight like spider legs |
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I never wanted it to ever spoil |
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but flies will always lay their eggs |
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Take your hatred out on me |
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make your victim my head |
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you never ever believed in me |
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I am your tourniquet |
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prosthetic synthesis with butterfly |
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sealed up with virgin stitch |
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if it hurts, just tell me |
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preserve the innocence |
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I never wanted it to end this way |
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but flies will lay their eggs |
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Little Horn |
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there's an apple in the pussy mouth |
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now I am the dinner whore |
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there's a tumor in the t.v. mouth |
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burn it out before it grows |
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someone better get the dog to kick, |
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jaws wired shut to save the dick |
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out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn |
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"little horn is born" |
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the world spreads its legs for another star |
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world shows its face for another scar |
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dead will dance for what is left |
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the worms will wait with baited breath |
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"your blind have now become my deaf" |
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so says this little horn |
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"save yourself from this..." |
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(chorus) |
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Cryptorchild (take this on for size)
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Each time i make my mother cry an |
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angel dies and falls from heaven |
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when the boy is still a worm it's hard to |
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learn the number seven |
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but when they get to you |
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it's the first thing that they do |
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each time I look outside |
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my mother dies, I feel my back is changing shape |
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when the worm consumes the boy it's never |
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considered rape |
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when they get to you |
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prick your finger it is done... |
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the moon has now eclipsed the sun... |
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the angel has spread its wings... |
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the time has come for bitter things... |
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Defamography
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when you wish upon a star |
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don't let yourself fall, fall in too hard |
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I fell into you and I'm on my back |
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an insect decaying in your little trap |
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I squirm into you, now I'm in your gut |
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I fell into you, now I'm in a rut |
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"i lift you up like the sweetest angel, |
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i'll tear you down like a whore. |
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i will bury your god in my warm spit, |
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you'll be deformed in your porn" |
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rock star, yeah (you're such a dirty, dirty) |
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rock star, yeah (dirty, dirty, dirty) |
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you eat up my heart and all the little parts |
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your star is so sharp |
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it leaves me jagged holes |
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I make myself sick just to poison you |
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if I can't have you then no one will |
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(chorus) |
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you are the one i want and what i want is so unreal |
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i'm such a dirty Rock star yeah... |
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(i am the one you want and the one you want is so unreal) |
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Wormboy |
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when will realize you're already there? |
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so watered down-your feelings have turned to mud. |
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"love everybody" is destroying the value of |
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all hate has got me nowhere |
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I know I'm slipping, I know I'm slipping, I know I'm slipping away |
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oh no, it is everything they said it was |
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oh no, I am everything they said I was |
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when you you get to heaven you will wish you you're in hell |
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when will you realize, you're already here |
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you'll think us now that you have crossed over |
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don't pick the scabs or you will never heal |
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the world shudders as the worm gets its wings |
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(chorus) |
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then i got my wings and i never even knew it |
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when i was a worm, thought i wouldn't get through it... |
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Mister Superstar |
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Hey. Mr. Superstar: |
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"I'll do anyhting for you" |
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"I'm your number one fan" |
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hey mr. porno star, I, I, I, I want you |
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hey mr. sickly star, |
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I want to get sick from you |
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hey mr. fallen star, |
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don't you know I worship you? |
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hey mr. big rock star, |
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"I wanna grow up just like you" |
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I know that I can turn you on |
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I wish I could just turn you off |
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I never wanted this |
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hey mr. superhate, |
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I just want to love you |
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hey, hey, hey mr. superfuck, |
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I wanna go down on you |
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hey mr. supergod, |
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will you answer my prayers? |
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hey, hey, hey mr. superman, |
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I want to be your little girl |
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(chorus) |
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hey mr. superstar, |
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I'll kill myself for you |
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hey mr. superstar, |
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I'll kill you if I can't have you |
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superstar, superfuck baby... |
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Angel With the Scabbed Wings |
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he is the angel with the scabbed wings |
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hard-drug face, want to powder his nose |
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he will deflower the freshest crop |
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dry up all the wombswith his rock and roll sores |
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dead |
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is what he is, he does what he please |
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the things that he has you'll never want to see |
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what you're never gonna be now |
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sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people |
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you don't want to be him |
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you only want to see him |
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mommy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow |
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man can't always reap what he sow |
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"he is the maker" |
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(he is the taker) |
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"he is the saviour" |
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(he is the raper) |
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(verse 2) |
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(chorus) |
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get back you're never gonna leave him |
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get back you're always gonna please him |
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Kinderfeld |
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he lives inside my mouth |
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and tells me what to say |
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when he turns the trains |
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on he makes it go away |
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the hands are cracked and dirty and |
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the nails are beetle wings |
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when he turns the trains on he |
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unties all of the strings |
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The worm: "tell me something beautiful, |
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tell me something free, |
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tell me something beautiful |
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and i wish that i could be." |
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(then i got my wings and i never even knew it, |
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when i was a worm, thought i couldn't get through ) |
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Jack: (not spoken) come, come |
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the toys all smell like children |
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and scab-knees will obey |
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i'll just have to kneel on broomsticks |
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just to make it go away |
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[the inauguration of the worm] |
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(then i got my wings and i never even knew it, |
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when i was a worm, thought i couldn't get through it) |
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voice we have not yet heard: "because today |
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is black/because there is no turning back. |
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because your lies have watered me/ |
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i have become the strongest weed" weed... |
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through jack's eyes: |
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the taste of metal |
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disintegrator |
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three holes upon the leather belt |
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it's cut and swollen |
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and the age is swollen |
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boy: " there's no one here to save ourself." |
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the disintegrator: (to himself) |
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this is what you should fear |
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you are what you should fear |
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Antichrist Superstar |
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you built me up with your wishing hell |
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I didn't have to sell you |
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you threw your money in the pissing well |
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you do just what they tell you |
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REPENT, that's what I'm talking about |
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i shed the skin to feed the fake |
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REPENT, that's what I'm talking about |
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whose mistake am i anyway? |
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Cut the head off |
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Grows back hard |
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I am the hydra |
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now you'll see your star |
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prick your finger it is done |
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the moon has now eclipsed the sun |
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the angel has spread its wings |
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the time has come for bitter things (chorus) |
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the time has come it is quite clear |
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our antichrist |
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is almost here... |
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it is done |
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1996 |
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anti choice |
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anti girl |
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I am the anti-flag unfurled |
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anti white and anti law |
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I got the anti-future plan |
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anti fascist |
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anti mod |
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I am the anti-music god |
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anti sober |
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anti whore |
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there will never be enough of anti more |
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I can't believe in the things |
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that don't believe in me |
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now it's your turn to see misanthropy |
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anti people now you've gone too far |
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here's your antichrist superstar |
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anti money |
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anti hate |
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anti things I fucked and ate |
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anti cop |
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anti fun |
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here is my anti-president gun |
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anti Satan |
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anti black |
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anti world is on my back |
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anti gay and anti dope |
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I am the faggot anti-pope |
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(bridge) |
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(chorus) |
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anti peace |
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anti life |
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anti husband, anti wife |
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anti song and anti me |
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I don't deserve a chance to be |
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(chorus) |
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The Minute of Decay
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there's not much left to love |
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tootired today to hate |
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I feel the empty |
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I feel the minute of decay |
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I'm on my way down now, I'd like to take you with me I'm on my |
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way down |
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I'm on my way down now, I'd like to take you with me |
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I'm on my way down |
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the minute that it's born |
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it begins to die |
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I'd love to just give in, |
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I'd love to live this lie |
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I've been to black and back |
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I've whited out my name |
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a lack of pain, a lack of hope, |
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a lack of anything to say |
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there is no cure for what is killing me |
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I'm on my way down |
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I've looked ahead and saw a |
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world that's dead |
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I guess that I am too |
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(chorus) |
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I'm on my way down now, I'd like to take you with me... |
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The Reflecting God
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your world is an ashtray |
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we burn and coil like cigarettes |
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the more you cry your ashes turn to mud |
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it's the nature of the leeches, the virgin's |
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feeling cheated |
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you've only spent a second of your life |
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my world is unaffected, there is an exit here |
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I say it is and then it's true, |
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there is a dream inside a dream, |
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I'm wide awake the more I sleep |
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you'll understand when I'm dead |
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I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me |
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saw heaven and hell were lies |
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when I'm god everybody dies |
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scar/can you feel my power? |
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shoot here and the world gets smaller |
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scar/scar/can you feel my power? |
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one shot and the world gets smaller |
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let's jump upon the sharp swords |
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and cut away our smiles |
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without the threat of death |
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there's no reason to live at all |
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my world is unaffected, there is an exit here |
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I say it is and then it's true, |
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there is a dream inside a dream, |
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I'm wide awake the more I sleep |
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you'll understand when I'm dead |
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(bridge) |
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(chorus) |
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"each thing i show you is a piece of my death" |
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shoot shoot shoot motherfucker |
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no salvation, no forgiveness |
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"this is beyond your experience" |
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forgiveness... |
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Man That You Fear |
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the ants are in the sugar |
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the muscles atrophied |
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we're on the other side, the screen is us and we're t.v. |
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spread me open, |
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sticking to my pointy ribs |
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are all your infants in abortion cribs |
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I was born into this |
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everything turns to shit |
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the boy that you loved is the man that you fear |
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pray until your number, |
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asleep from all your pain, |
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your apple has been rotting |
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tomorrow's turned up dead |
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i have it all and i have no choice but to |
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i'll make everyone pay and you will see |
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you can kill yourself now |
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because you're dead |
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in my mind |
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the boy that you loved is the monster you fear |
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peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark, |
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you've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars |
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pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear |
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pray your life was just a dream |
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the cut that never heals |
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pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream |
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(I am so tangled in my sins that I cannot escape) |
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pinch the head off, collapse me like a weed |
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someone had to go this far |
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I was born into this |
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everything turns to shit |
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the boy that you loved is the man that you fear |
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peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark, |
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you've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars |
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pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear |
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pray your life was just a dream |
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the cut that never heals |
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pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream |
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the world in my hands, there's no one left to hear you scream |
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there's no one left for you |
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Track 99
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Go ahead (somethingerother) and date a dead messiah |
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We can dig another grave. |
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This is your calling |
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If you are hearing this, there is nothing I can do |
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Something has grown out of my chest. |
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I have seen it. |
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It is hard and cold. |
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It has been dormant for many years. |
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We are trying to save you, I have come to save you |
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This is what you deserve, |
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this is what we deserve |
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This is something we have brought upon ourselves. |
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We are not a victim, you are not a victim |
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we are not a victim, you are not a victim |
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God will grovel before me |
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God will crawl at my feet. |
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And the time is this |
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And the time is... |
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When you are suffering, know that I have betrayed you... |
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home |
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