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==Lyrics==
 
==Lyrics==
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all Born Villain Lyrics:
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Hey, Cruel World... (I am among no one)
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Hey, cruel world. . .
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You don't have what it takes
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We don't need your faith.
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We've got fucking fate.
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Hey, cruel world. . .
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You don't have what it takes
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We don't need your faith.
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We've got fucking fate.
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Creator
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Preserver
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Destroyer
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Ask which one I am.
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There's no drugged-out devils or
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Square-halo angels
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Walking among us.
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I am among no one
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I am among no one
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I am among no one
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No one
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Hey, cruel world. . .
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You don't have what it takes
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We don't need your faith.
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We've got fucking fate.
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Fate
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Fate
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Fate
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The center of the universe
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Cannot exist
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When there are no,
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No edges
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The center of the universe
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Cannot exist
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When there are no,
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No edges
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Hey, cruel world. . .
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You don't have what it takes
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We don't need your faith.
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We've got fucking fate.
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Fate
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Fate
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Fate
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Fate
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Fate, fate, fate
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Fate, fate, fate
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I am among no one
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I am among no one
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I am among no one
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No one
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Hey, cruel world. . .
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You don't have what it takes
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We don't need your faith.
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We've got fucking fate.
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Fate
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Fate
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Fate
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Fate
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Fate
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Fate
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No Reflection
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Crushing
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Cheating
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Changing
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Am I deaf or dead?
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Is this constricting construction,
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Or just streets with rusty signs,
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Or something violent
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Coming?
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This will hurt you
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Worse than me.
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I'm weak,
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7 days I'm weak.
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Don't run from me.
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I won't bother
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Counting 1, 2, 3…
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I don't know which me that I love
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I've got no reflection
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I don't know which me that I love
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I've got no reflection
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I can show myself
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How to make a noose.
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A gun's cliche,
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And a razor too.
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I'm not a death-trip vacation
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Vacant station,
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Made of scars
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And filled with my old wounds.
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This will hurt you
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Worse than me.
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I'm weak,
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7 days I'm weak.
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Don't run from me.
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I won't bother
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Counting 1, 2, 3…
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I don't know which me that I love
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I've got no reflection
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I don't know which me that I love
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I've got no reflection
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You…
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You don't even want to know
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What I'm gonna do to you
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You don't even want to know
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What I'm gonna do to you
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I don't know which me that I love
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I've got no reflection
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I don't know which me that I love
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I've got no reflection
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No reflection
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No reflection
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I've got no reflection
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Pistol Whipped (Pretty Cool)
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You look so pretty
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When you cry.
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Don't wanna hit you
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But the only thing,
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Between our love is
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(1) A bloody nose
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(2) A busted lip
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And
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(3) A blackened eye
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You look so pretty
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When you cry.
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Don't wanna hit you
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But the only thing,
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Between our love is
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(1) A bloody nose
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(2) A busted lip
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And
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(3) A blackened eye
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You're a little pistol
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And I'm fucking pistol whipped
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You're a little pistol
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And I'm fucking pistol whipped
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(Cock, cock, cock it)
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When I undo my belt,
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You melt and you walk away
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With a red, red, red welt
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(Or so they say)
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When I undo my belt,
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You melt and you walk away
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With a red, red, red welt
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(Or so they say)
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You're a little pistol
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And I'm fucking pistol whipped
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You're a little pistol
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And I'm fucking pistol whipped
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I wanna have your ache
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And beat you too
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I wanna have your ache
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And beat you too
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I wanna have your ache
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And beat you too
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I wanna have your ache
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And beat you too
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You're a little pistol
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And I'm fucking pistol whipped
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You're a little pistol
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And I'm fucking pistol whipped
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(Cock, cock, cock it)
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Overneath (Badass. With the shakespeare quote and all)
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“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
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The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
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Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
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That struts and gets his hour upon the stage,
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And then is heard no more. It is a tale
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Told by and idiot, full of sound and fury,
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Signifying nothing."
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- William Shakespeare
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Stare into my Kodak Rome
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Jack-Hammer ice eyes
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I never thought you'd see
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The asphalt crack, crack, crack
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Like black eggshell
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Don't ever say I never warned
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You from the start
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Don't ever say I never warned
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You from the start
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You're not a shovel
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And I'm not your dirt
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Is there anyway to unswallow
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My pride?
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Can I fuck myself down?
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Why die.
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When you can kill the father?
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Dad is missing an 'e'
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No Macbeth
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Confessed Oedipus,
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No longer present tense
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No Macbeth
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Confessed Oedipus,
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No longer present tense
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No no no no no reason
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No no no no no reason
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No no no no no reason
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High and overneath
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High and overneath
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I won't regret
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Letting you live
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Even if you forgot
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What you never saved me from
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So I say 'whatever'
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Or fornever
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For for for for for fornever
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For for for for for fornever
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for for for for for fornever
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'Whatever'
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The Rape of Persephone
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Was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks
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The Rape of Persephone
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Was a marketing scheme
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Rape rape rape per so phony
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Rape rape rape per so phony
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Rape rape rape per so phony
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Rape rape rape per so phony
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High and overneath
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High and overneath
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Overneath
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Overneath
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Overblown
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Unbeloved
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Cannot be low
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Overneath
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Overneath
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Overblown
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Unbeloved
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Cannot be low
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From the top of my lungs
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To the bottom of my heart
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I scream
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At the chasm in between
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And the path of misery
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From the top of my lungs
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To the bottom of my heart
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I scream
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At the chasm in between
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And the path of misery
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High and overneath
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High and overneath
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No no no no no reason
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No no no no no reason
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No no no no no reason
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Slo-Mo-Tion (Just. Fucking. Cool. Very GOAG)
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You've got your
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Hell's teeth
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Smiling at you.
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It keeps your brain safe,
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As it all eat at your face. . .
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And don't worry
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We'll 'blur it out'
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And no one
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Ever will know,
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Oh
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No, oh oh oh
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This is my beautiful show
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And everything is hot
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in slo-motion
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This is my beautiful show
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And everything is shot
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in slo-motion
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SLO-MO-TION
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Pump in the laughter
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Of dead-audience applause
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And TEENAGE RAPE candidates
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I think we got ourselves
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A 'real hit'
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Don't we wish
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That we had something
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More than
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Hate amber panic
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And panic
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Morbid panic
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Hate and morbid panic
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This is my beautiful show
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And everything is hot
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in slo-motion
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This is my beautiful show
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And everything is shot
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in slo-motion
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SLO-MO-TION
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I'm the host with Vaseline
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I hide behind bulletproof glass
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And I can fell your tits
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With my brand new camera
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(Equipped with a flash)
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Fast-food-nude
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I hate you all
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But somehow
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You find me. . .
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Incredibly charming
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This is my beautiful show
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And everything is hot
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in slo-motion
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This is my beautiful show
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And everything is shot
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in slo-motion
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SLO-MO-TION
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(Incredibly charming)
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SLO-MO-TION
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(Incredibly charming)
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This is my beautiful show
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And everything is hot
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in slo-motion
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The Gardener (Obsessively fetishize)
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I'm not man enough to be human
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But I'm trying to fit in
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And I'm learning to fake it
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Don't ever meet their friends
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It tells you too much
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Or not enough
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Or worse
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Exactly the wrong thing
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Every nuance
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Every detail
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Every movement
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Every smell
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Sound
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Phrase
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The way she laughs
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These are the things that you obsessively fetishize
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Or make yourself grow to love
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But you are supposed to be done growing
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She is still growing
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Its like a garden with two flowers
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One just blocking and casting a shadow
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Just like yours
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Then it becomes a struggle
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Of sunlight
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Or rain
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Or weeds
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She and every she
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Is doomed to be your idea of her
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She and every she
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Is doomed to be your idea of her
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I'm not man enough to be human
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But I'm trying to fit in
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And I'm learning to fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Ffffffffffffffake it
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But worse so,
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Back to the point
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You are no longer the flower
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And the sun
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And most importantly the garden
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Or the gardener
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A muse
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Your amusement
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I am used
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Its all ruined if you meet their friends
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She and every she
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Is doomed to be your idea of her
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I'm not man enough to be human
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But I'm trying to fit in
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And I'm learning to fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Ffffffffffffffake it
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You never wanted
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To share
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Your concept of your creation
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With any other gods or worshippers
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Your book isn't burned
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It was never written
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Your book isn't burned
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It was never written
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I'm not man enough to be human
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But I'm trying to fit in
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And I'm learning to fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Ffffffffffffffake it
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The Flowers of Evil (A long song, but not many lyrics. More instrumentals? Very abstract)
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The day they covered us in the dirt
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Like stars in the ground
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That will grow into dead flowers
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The day they covered us in the dirt
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Like stars in the ground
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That will grow into dead flowers
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Your body's on me
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Like sleepless spiders.
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Your touch is so empty
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Your touch is so empty
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Your body's on me
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Like sleepless spiders.
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Your touch is so empty
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Your touch is so empty
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Your touch is so empty
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Your touch is so empty
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I've been running
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From the bloodless
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For fear of exile
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For all of my sorceries
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That shun the light
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I've been running
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From the bloodless
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For fear of exile
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For all of my sorceries
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That shun the light
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The day they covered us in the dirt
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Like stars in the ground
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That will grow into dead flowers
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The day they covered us in the dirt
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Like stars in the ground
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That will grow into dead flowers
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I've been running
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From the bloodless
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For fear of exile
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For all of my sorceries
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That shun the light
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I've been running
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From the bloodless
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For fear of exile
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For all of my sorceries
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That shun the light
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Light
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Light
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Light
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Light
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Children of Cain (Yes, he says fucking Children of Cain in the chorus. Awesome. This is the song all the triptych worshippers have been wanting)
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Sacrifice won't suffice
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Resurrection needs your death
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To happen twice
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Fall on my heart
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And burn and forge
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Your tortured black-smitten
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Into the sharpest, fucking sword
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Don't assume that I'm always with you
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It's just where my mortal body happens to be
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No Sineater to slay
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Us Children of Cain
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Watching monkey suicide
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Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
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Christ consciousness
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Manifest to the Golden Ratio
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5 or 500 year ago
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We were 15 foot high
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And to die
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Was a Bardot Bridge(t)
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We never thought we'd cross
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To burn down behind and below
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No Sineater to slay
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Us Children of Cain
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Watching monkey suicide
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Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
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Don't assume that I'm always with you
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It's just where my mortal body happens to be
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So take your little black book
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I see the way that you look in to it
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I'll eat it and I'll cut my tongue
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And all the pages you spread,
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Sweet as honey you said
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But I'm choking on your bitter stories
 +
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No Sineater to slay
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Us Children of Cain
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Watching monkey suicide
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Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
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Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
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Disengaged (404 ERROR FACE)
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And I could look into the
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Crowded morgue of mistakes
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The sun stopped its smile
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And frowned on me too
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My re-built/re-mastered heart
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Is smashed into its faces
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And its face is confused
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I cut my throat in two
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I said "sorry" to you,
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For begin a fool
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But I didn't forgiveness.
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It was regret,
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Not an apology
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It was regret
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Regret
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Regret
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Dis
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Dis
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Dis
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Disengaged
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Dis
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Dis
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Dis
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Disengaged
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You're with me, against me
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But the only thing forever is hate
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I forgot what I saw
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Before and after that day
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I'd trade all I was worth
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To make myself in to
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The handsomest gun
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And put the diamond bullet
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into your
 +
404 ERROR face
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Dis
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Dis
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Dis
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Disengaged
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Dis
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Dis
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Dis
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Disengaged
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You're with me, against me
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But the only thing forever is hate
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And I'm an event,
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Everybody knows
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You decide if you can live
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Or you decide to let someone
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Decide for you
 +
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Dis
 +
Dis
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Dis
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Disengaged
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Dis
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Dis
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Dis
 +
Disengaged
 +
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You're with me, against me
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But the only thing forever is hate
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Lay Down you prick (Chorus made me cum just reading it)
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 +
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I'm not of this world
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You're not in this heart
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This isn't in me
 +
I'm not of this world
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You're no in this heart
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This isn't in me
 +
To open the box
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You can't shoot the lock
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I hide everything
 +
So you can't see
 +
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Wanna fight?
 +
Wanna fuck?
 +
Wanna die?
 +
Try your luck. . .
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Lay down your goddamn arms
 +
 +
Wanna fight?
 +
Wanna fuck?
 +
Wanna die?
 +
Try your luck. . .
 +
Lay down your goddamn arms
 +
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There isn't a key,
 +
You can use one me
 +
There isn't a key,
 +
So lay down your arms
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Arms
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Arms
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You're a book
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Every page is written
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In words
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I cannot read
 +
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So I burn
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Gotta burn
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Gotta burn
 +
Gotta burn it
 +
 +
So I burn
 +
Gotta burn
 +
Gotta burn
 +
Gotta burn it
 +
 +
Wanna fight?
 +
Wanna fuck?
 +
Wanna die?
 +
Try your luck. . .
 +
Lay down your goddamn arms
 +
 +
There isn't a key,
 +
You can use one me
 +
There isn't a key,
 +
So lay down your arms
 +
 +
There isn't a key,
 +
You can use one me
 +
There isn't a key,
 +
So lay down your arms
 +
 +
Arms
 +
Arms
 +
 +
So I burn
 +
Gotta burn
 +
Gotta burn
 +
Gotta burn it
 +
 +
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Murderers are getting shit on my pants (This song better have some good instrumentals and justify the title being so long. I think song is basically worshipped murderers before he kills a loved one)
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 +
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Do you always
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Have to hire actors,
 +
To play the devils
 +
That talk me
 +
Out of my
 +
Sui-sites?
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You're just
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A ring tone,
 +
That happens when
 +
You get sick enough
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To call the one
 +
With bullet holes,
 +
Bullet holes for eyes
 +
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Fall on your knees
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I hear the horrid voices
 +
Of someone else's angels
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Fall on your knees
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I hear the horrid voices
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Of someone else's angels
 +
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I broke open the box
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When I spoke the spell
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I became
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An entrance wound
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To your bedroom grave,
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and I was paid
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With the shadow of consensual rape
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Your ransom note
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Is quoted by,
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Your death and
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Birth certificates
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And all of your love,
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And all of your love letters
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Read just like my will
 +
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Fall on your knees
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I hear the horrid voices
 +
Of someone else's angels
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Fall on your knees
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I hear the horrid voices
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Of someone else's angels
 +
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I don't have to see
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To know that murderers
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Are getting Prettier
 +
Every day
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I don't have to see
 +
To know that murderers
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Are getting Prettier
 +
Every day
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Fall on your knees
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I hear the horrid voices
 +
Of someone else's angels
 +
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Born Villain (Not what you'd expect. Click click)
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 +
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I could give you a dozen
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Fresh,
 +
Cut,
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Pink, or red, or white
 +
I wonder if they knew what they
 +
Would grow to become
 +
 +
I could give you a dozen
 +
Fresh,
 +
Cut,
 +
Pink, or red, or white
 +
I wonder if they knew what they
 +
Would grow to become
 +
 +
Become become
 +
Become become
 +
Be be be become
 +
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You'll have to cut it down
 +
And burn me into splinters
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Or I'll unwrap the string that was me,
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Around your finger.
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And I'll hang you in
 +
Your bedroom burial ground
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There is a taste for blood
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And it's something deep inside
 +
There is a taste for blood
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And it's deep inside
 +
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Become become
 +
Become become
 +
Be be be become
 +
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I don't ever want God
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To hear our screams
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And mistake them for prayers.
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And you know I'm loaded
 +
But not which chamber
 +
Touch me and I'll go
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Click click click click click
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Click click click click click
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Click click click click click
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There is a taste for blood
 +
And it's something deep inside
 +
There is a taste for blood
 +
And it's deep inside
 +
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Become become
 +
Become become
 +
Be be be become
 +
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And you know I'm loaded
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But not which chamber
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Touch me and I'll go
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Click click click click click
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Click click click click click
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Click click click click click
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I'm born villain
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Don't pretend to be a victim
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I'm born villain
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Don't pretend to be a victim
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I'm born villain
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Don't pretend to be a victim
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I'm born villain
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Don't pretend to be a victim
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Breaking the same old ground (Pretty damn good for an ending song)
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And then I found how to be what you want
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When I was out looking for something new
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Digging too deep
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And now it's too late
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We just keep on
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Breaking the same old ground
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So you think that I asked for this
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Well, let me show you
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What I think of your lips
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And you think that I asked for this
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Come on,
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Use your fist
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And then I found how to be what you want
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When I was out looking for something new
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Digging too deep
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And now it's too late
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We just keep on
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Breaking the same old ground
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So you think that I asked for this
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Well, let me show you
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What I think of your lips
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And you think that I asked for this
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Come on,
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Use your fist
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When I found how to be what you want
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I was looking for something new
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Digging too deep
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Now it's too late
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We just keep on
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Breaking the same old ground
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Breaking the same old ground
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Shhhhhh. . .
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Shhhhhh. . .
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I am owned by death
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And
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I'm in love with oblivion
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am owned by death
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And
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I'm in love with oblivion
  
 
==Trivia==
 
==Trivia==

Revision as of 20:31, 7 April 2012

"Hey, Cruel World..."
Hey, Cruel World... cover
Song by Marilyn Manson
Album Born Villain
Released April 30th, 2012 (UK), May 1st (Worldwide)
Recorded 2009 – 2011, California
Label Cooking Vinyl, Hell, etc.
Writer Marilyn Manson


"Hey, Cruel World..." is a song set to appear on Marilyn Manson's upcoming album Born Villain.

Music Details

Appearances

Versions

Song

Lyrics

all Born Villain Lyrics:

Hey, Cruel World... (I am among no one)

Hey, cruel world. . . You don't have what it takes We don't need your faith. We've got fucking fate.

Hey, cruel world. . . You don't have what it takes We don't need your faith. We've got fucking fate.

Creator Preserver Destroyer Ask which one I am. There's no drugged-out devils or Square-halo angels Walking among us.

I am among no one I am among no one I am among no one No one

Hey, cruel world. . . You don't have what it takes We don't need your faith. We've got fucking fate. Fate Fate Fate

The center of the universe Cannot exist When there are no, No edges The center of the universe Cannot exist When there are no, No edges

Hey, cruel world. . . You don't have what it takes We don't need your faith. We've got fucking fate. Fate Fate Fate

Fate

Fate, fate, fate Fate, fate, fate

I am among no one I am among no one I am among no one No one

Hey, cruel world. . . You don't have what it takes We don't need your faith. We've got fucking fate. Fate Fate Fate Fate Fate Fate


No Reflection

Crushing Cheating Changing

Am I deaf or dead? Is this constricting construction, Or just streets with rusty signs, Or something violent Coming?

This will hurt you Worse than me. I'm weak, 7 days I'm weak. Don't run from me. I won't bother Counting 1, 2, 3…

I don't know which me that I love I've got no reflection I don't know which me that I love I've got no reflection

I can show myself How to make a noose. A gun's cliche, And a razor too. I'm not a death-trip vacation Vacant station, Made of scars And filled with my old wounds.

This will hurt you Worse than me. I'm weak, 7 days I'm weak. Don't run from me. I won't bother Counting 1, 2, 3…

I don't know which me that I love I've got no reflection I don't know which me that I love I've got no reflection

You… You don't even want to know What I'm gonna do to you You don't even want to know What I'm gonna do to you

I don't know which me that I love I've got no reflection I don't know which me that I love I've got no reflection No reflection No reflection I've got no reflection


Pistol Whipped (Pretty Cool)

You look so pretty When you cry. Don't wanna hit you But the only thing, Between our love is (1) A bloody nose (2) A busted lip And (3) A blackened eye

You look so pretty When you cry. Don't wanna hit you But the only thing, Between our love is (1) A bloody nose (2) A busted lip And (3) A blackened eye

You're a little pistol And I'm fucking pistol whipped You're a little pistol And I'm fucking pistol whipped

(Cock, cock, cock it)

When I undo my belt, You melt and you walk away With a red, red, red welt (Or so they say)

When I undo my belt, You melt and you walk away With a red, red, red welt (Or so they say)

You're a little pistol And I'm fucking pistol whipped You're a little pistol And I'm fucking pistol whipped

I wanna have your ache And beat you too I wanna have your ache And beat you too I wanna have your ache And beat you too I wanna have your ache And beat you too

You're a little pistol And I'm fucking pistol whipped You're a little pistol And I'm fucking pistol whipped

(Cock, cock, cock it)

Overneath (Badass. With the shakespeare quote and all)

“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and gets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by and idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing." - William Shakespeare

Stare into my Kodak Rome Jack-Hammer ice eyes I never thought you'd see The asphalt crack, crack, crack Like black eggshell

Don't ever say I never warned You from the start Don't ever say I never warned You from the start You're not a shovel And I'm not your dirt

Is there anyway to unswallow My pride? Can I fuck myself down? Why die. When you can kill the father? Dad is missing an 'e'

No Macbeth Confessed Oedipus, No longer present tense No Macbeth Confessed Oedipus, No longer present tense

No no no no no reason No no no no no reason No no no no no reason

High and overneath High and overneath

I won't regret Letting you live Even if you forgot What you never saved me from So I say 'whatever' Or fornever

For for for for for fornever For for for for for fornever for for for for for fornever 'Whatever'

The Rape of Persephone Was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks The Rape of Persephone Was a marketing scheme Rape rape rape per so phony Rape rape rape per so phony Rape rape rape per so phony Rape rape rape per so phony

High and overneath High and overneath

Overneath Overneath Overblown Unbeloved Cannot be low Overneath Overneath Overblown Unbeloved Cannot be low

From the top of my lungs To the bottom of my heart I scream At the chasm in between And the path of misery From the top of my lungs To the bottom of my heart I scream At the chasm in between And the path of misery

High and overneath High and overneath

No no no no no reason No no no no no reason No no no no no reason

Slo-Mo-Tion (Just. Fucking. Cool. Very GOAG)

You've got your Hell's teeth Smiling at you. It keeps your brain safe, As it all eat at your face. . .

And don't worry We'll 'blur it out' And no one Ever will know, Oh No, oh oh oh

This is my beautiful show And everything is hot in slo-motion This is my beautiful show And everything is shot in slo-motion

SLO-MO-TION

Pump in the laughter Of dead-audience applause And TEENAGE RAPE candidates I think we got ourselves A 'real hit' Don't we wish That we had something More than Hate amber panic And panic Morbid panic Hate and morbid panic

This is my beautiful show And everything is hot in slo-motion This is my beautiful show And everything is shot in slo-motion

SLO-MO-TION

I'm the host with Vaseline I hide behind bulletproof glass And I can fell your tits With my brand new camera (Equipped with a flash) Fast-food-nude I hate you all But somehow You find me. . . Incredibly charming

This is my beautiful show And everything is hot in slo-motion This is my beautiful show And everything is shot in slo-motion

SLO-MO-TION (Incredibly charming) SLO-MO-TION (Incredibly charming)

This is my beautiful show And everything is hot in slo-motion

The Gardener (Obsessively fetishize)

I'm not man enough to be human But I'm trying to fit in And I'm learning to fake it

Don't ever meet their friends It tells you too much Or not enough Or worse Exactly the wrong thing Every nuance Every detail Every movement Every smell Sound Phrase The way she laughs These are the things that you obsessively fetishize Or make yourself grow to love But you are supposed to be done growing She is still growing Its like a garden with two flowers One just blocking and casting a shadow Just like yours Then it becomes a struggle Of sunlight Or rain Or weeds She and every she Is doomed to be your idea of her She and every she Is doomed to be your idea of her

I'm not man enough to be human But I'm trying to fit in And I'm learning to fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Ffffffffffffffake it

But worse so, Back to the point You are no longer the flower And the sun And most importantly the garden Or the gardener A muse Your amusement I am used Its all ruined if you meet their friends

She and every she Is doomed to be your idea of her I'm not man enough to be human But I'm trying to fit in And I'm learning to fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Ffffffffffffffake it

You never wanted To share Your concept of your creation With any other gods or worshippers Your book isn't burned It was never written Your book isn't burned It was never written

I'm not man enough to be human But I'm trying to fit in And I'm learning to fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Ffffffffffffffake it


The Flowers of Evil (A long song, but not many lyrics. More instrumentals? Very abstract)


The day they covered us in the dirt Like stars in the ground That will grow into dead flowers The day they covered us in the dirt Like stars in the ground That will grow into dead flowers

Your body's on me Like sleepless spiders. Your touch is so empty Your touch is so empty

Your body's on me Like sleepless spiders. Your touch is so empty Your touch is so empty Your touch is so empty Your touch is so empty

I've been running From the bloodless For fear of exile For all of my sorceries That shun the light I've been running From the bloodless For fear of exile For all of my sorceries That shun the light

The day they covered us in the dirt Like stars in the ground That will grow into dead flowers The day they covered us in the dirt Like stars in the ground That will grow into dead flowers

I've been running From the bloodless For fear of exile For all of my sorceries That shun the light I've been running From the bloodless For fear of exile For all of my sorceries That shun the light Light Light Light Light

Children of Cain (Yes, he says fucking Children of Cain in the chorus. Awesome. This is the song all the triptych worshippers have been wanting)


Sacrifice won't suffice Resurrection needs your death To happen twice Fall on my heart And burn and forge Your tortured black-smitten Into the sharpest, fucking sword

Don't assume that I'm always with you It's just where my mortal body happens to be

No Sineater to slay Us Children of Cain Watching monkey suicide Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away

Christ consciousness Manifest to the Golden Ratio 5 or 500 year ago We were 15 foot high And to die Was a Bardot Bridge(t) We never thought we'd cross To burn down behind and below

No Sineater to slay Us Children of Cain Watching monkey suicide Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away

Don't assume that I'm always with you It's just where my mortal body happens to be

So take your little black book I see the way that you look in to it I'll eat it and I'll cut my tongue And all the pages you spread, Sweet as honey you said But I'm choking on your bitter stories

No Sineater to slay Us Children of Cain Watching monkey suicide Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away


Disengaged (404 ERROR FACE)


And I could look into the Crowded morgue of mistakes The sun stopped its smile And frowned on me too My re-built/re-mastered heart Is smashed into its faces And its face is confused

I cut my throat in two I said "sorry" to you, For begin a fool But I didn't forgiveness. It was regret, Not an apology It was regret Regret Regret

Dis Dis Dis Disengaged Dis Dis Dis Disengaged

You're with me, against me But the only thing forever is hate

I forgot what I saw Before and after that day I'd trade all I was worth To make myself in to The handsomest gun And put the diamond bullet into your 404 ERROR face

Dis Dis Dis Disengaged Dis Dis Dis Disengaged

You're with me, against me But the only thing forever is hate

And I'm an event, Everybody knows You decide if you can live Or you decide to let someone Decide for you

Dis Dis Dis Disengaged Dis Dis Dis Disengaged

You're with me, against me But the only thing forever is hate

Lay Down you prick (Chorus made me cum just reading it)


I'm not of this world You're not in this heart This isn't in me I'm not of this world You're no in this heart This isn't in me To open the box You can't shoot the lock I hide everything So you can't see

Wanna fight? Wanna fuck? Wanna die? Try your luck. . . Lay down your goddamn arms

Wanna fight? Wanna fuck? Wanna die? Try your luck. . . Lay down your goddamn arms

There isn't a key, You can use one me There isn't a key, So lay down your arms Arms Arms

You're a book Every page is written In words I cannot read

So I burn Gotta burn Gotta burn Gotta burn it

So I burn Gotta burn Gotta burn Gotta burn it

Wanna fight? Wanna fuck? Wanna die? Try your luck. . . Lay down your goddamn arms

There isn't a key, You can use one me There isn't a key, So lay down your arms

There isn't a key, You can use one me There isn't a key, So lay down your arms

Arms Arms

So I burn Gotta burn Gotta burn Gotta burn it


Murderers are getting shit on my pants (This song better have some good instrumentals and justify the title being so long. I think song is basically worshipped murderers before he kills a loved one)


Do you always Have to hire actors, To play the devils That talk me Out of my Sui-sites?

You're just A ring tone, That happens when You get sick enough To call the one With bullet holes, Bullet holes for eyes

Fall on your knees I hear the horrid voices Of someone else's angels Fall on your knees I hear the horrid voices Of someone else's angels

I broke open the box When I spoke the spell I became An entrance wound To your bedroom grave, and I was paid With the shadow of consensual rape Your ransom note Is quoted by, Your death and Birth certificates And all of your love, And all of your love letters Read just like my will

Fall on your knees I hear the horrid voices Of someone else's angels Fall on your knees I hear the horrid voices Of someone else's angels

I don't have to see To know that murderers Are getting Prettier Every day I don't have to see To know that murderers Are getting Prettier Every day

Fall on your knees I hear the horrid voices Of someone else's angels

Born Villain (Not what you'd expect. Click click)


I could give you a dozen Fresh, Cut, Pink, or red, or white I wonder if they knew what they Would grow to become

I could give you a dozen Fresh, Cut, Pink, or red, or white I wonder if they knew what they Would grow to become

Become become Become become Be be be become

You'll have to cut it down And burn me into splinters Or I'll unwrap the string that was me, Around your finger. And I'll hang you in Your bedroom burial ground

There is a taste for blood And it's something deep inside There is a taste for blood And it's deep inside

Become become Become become Be be be become

I don't ever want God To hear our screams And mistake them for prayers. And you know I'm loaded But not which chamber Touch me and I'll go Click click click click click Click click click click click Click click click click click

There is a taste for blood And it's something deep inside There is a taste for blood And it's deep inside

Become become Become become Be be be become

And you know I'm loaded But not which chamber Touch me and I'll go Click click click click click Click click click click click Click click click click click

I'm born villain Don't pretend to be a victim I'm born villain Don't pretend to be a victim I'm born villain Don't pretend to be a victim I'm born villain Don't pretend to be a victim

Breaking the same old ground (Pretty damn good for an ending song)


And then I found how to be what you want When I was out looking for something new

Digging too deep And now it's too late We just keep on Breaking the same old ground

So you think that I asked for this Well, let me show you What I think of your lips And you think that I asked for this Come on, Use your fist

And then I found how to be what you want When I was out looking for something new

Digging too deep And now it's too late We just keep on Breaking the same old ground

So you think that I asked for this Well, let me show you What I think of your lips And you think that I asked for this Come on, Use your fist

When I found how to be what you want I was looking for something new Digging too deep Now it's too late We just keep on Breaking the same old ground Breaking the same old ground Shhhhhh. . . Shhhhhh. . .

I am owned by death And I'm in love with oblivion

am owned by death And I'm in love with oblivion

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