Light a candle for the sinners set the world on
He is the Angel with the scabbed wings
Hard-drug face, want
You built me up with your wishing hell
I didn't have
Each time I make my mother cry
An angel dies and
when you wish upon a star
don't let yourself fall,
You cut off all of your fingers
Trade them in for
I am so all-American, I'd sell you suicide
I am totalitarian,
he lives inside my mouth
and tells me what to
There's an apple in the pussy mouth
Now I am the
The ants are in the sugar, the muscles atrophied
We're on
Hey. Mr. Superstar:
"I'll do anyhting for you"
"I'm your
And I don't want ya and I don't need ya
Don't
There's not much left to love
Too tired today to hate
I
Your world is an ashtray
We burn and coil like cigarettes
The
Electronic voice:"go ahead and date a dead messiah, we can
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