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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.
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And I dont want ya, and I dont need ya. Dont bother to resist, or Ill beat ya. Its not your fault that youre always wrong. The weak ones are there to justify the strong. The beautiful people, the
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I peek into the hole, i struggle for control. The children love the show, but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes. Fail to see the anguish in my eyes. I scratch around the brim, i let my mind g
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Goddamn your righteous hand. I eat innocent meat. The housewife I will beat. The prolife I will kill. What you won't do I will. I bash myself to sleep. What you sow I will reap. I scar myself y
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Man in the front got a sinister grin, careen down highway 666. We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends the needles grow. My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement. We
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Your world is an ashtray. We burn and coil like cigarettes. The more you cry your ashes turn to mud. It's the nature of the leeches, the virgin's. Feeling cheated. You've only spent a second of y
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In The End I Became Them And I Led Them. After All None Of Us Really Qualified as Humans. We Were Hardworn Automatic And As Hollow As The "O" In God. I Reattached My Emotions Cellular And Narcotic.
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Death to ladies first, then the gentlemen. Forcery, taxes, facelifts, abortion, nervous breakdance. Satanic girls gone wild, truly * suicidal. . First you try to * it, then you try to eat it. If
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He is the Angel with the scabbed wings. Hard-drug face, want to powder his nose. He will deflower the freshest crop. Dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores. Rock and roll sores, rock an
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Burn the witches, burn the witches, don't take time to sew your stitches. Burn the witches, burn the witches. Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor. You cannot sedate all the t
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Goddamn your righteous hand. I eat innocent meat. The housewife I will beat. The prolife I will kill. What you won't do I will. I bash myself to sleep. What you sow I will reap. I scar myself y
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Wrench is just a household god but I carry mine with pride. I don't' work but I can work with it to split your smile. Run you down without a twitch, your car's just not as big as mine. Tear the son
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Some Bitch I want to know um. why it is that all of you. Seem to have satanic signs all over you. And what is that make. Does this music cause you to do what you do?. Manson Is that directed at
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I am the face of piss and * and sugar. I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey. What I want what I want is just your children. I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being
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