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What s your lie?
Fuck you
Warm lips, a big smile, has made your mind runs wild,
this game you play I like the way
You expect to grab a child, you think I m innocent,
not wild, take me and look see how much I m tame
Never gotta a little, but I think he ll never know,
how to live with sure body wild until the pressure so,
I ll show you feelings that you pain is nothing,
so let your body hang in there, what a frustrating fear
Warm lips, a big smile, hatred runs through your insides,
this game you play it turns my attention each day
You think it s all a lie, they want you to stray outta line,
anger twisted your life, but you pay I wish I could take control,
I wish I could let go, I wish I could break this mold,
inside I m so fucking cold
I m come n
I m come n
I m come n on you
I wish I could lose control
I wish I could let go
I wish I could break this mold
inside I m so fucking cold
Wet fits inside so the truth unfolds I learned to lybra suffering,
This was real, I m dead for you with heroin
What s come n
What s come n
What s come n on you
I m come n
I m come n,
I m come n on you

If there s a way that you could
be everything you want to be,
Would you complain that it came
too easy?
Just like the games with you and me
A resolution hard to see,
But that s O.K. cause I don t
see things that are plain to...

Poppin pills, champagne thrills
A whore, a whore

Poppin pills, champagne thrills
A whore, a whore
High on caine, you kill the pain
A whore, a whore
In the end we all know the score
In the end we all know the score

Three in bed, I m off my head
A whore, a whore
High on fame,...

Climbing on a cloud, dancing on a daydream
I don t have a doubt just how good this life can be
You lift me up
Running in the rain, singing in the sunshine
Telling all the world why I m so in love with life

Make my dreams come true

Give it up
And make my dreams come true

Shoot me like a gun
Beat me like a slave
Stone me like the lord
And send me to my grave

Give it up
And make my dreams come true
...

1,000 Deaths

Verse One:

I saw the rod-eye cross inverted and murder circle above my turret
Slither spiraling banister down a hide
My ruby glass glazed specs staple to trade the market thieves
Where vendors cop the stolen citrus out they pyramids
Merry without a slapstick mavericks plugged directly to 3rd rail surges
Piss on electric mayhem through...