Craving hands carved in my back   If love was present I'd make it crack   Cynical tripping from here to there   It'll turn out less painful if I don't care      Sweetest dearie   Mother Mary   ramble, rumble   the sanguine stumble      Discipline   disciple queen   smell the pyre   death rate dire      I trance in a cynic snakepit eden   The apple of sin seems so easy to sell   I need no love to define this climax   All I need is pure Hollywood hell...      Love is dead and hate ruins the set   Eve goes down on the fair Juliet   Date rape dogma and hell supreme   I am the artist that paints the extreme...      Rapping simmer   always shimmer   scent the quibble   always nibble      Solve the quiz   with a kiss   kiss the hustle   solve the puzzle      Taste the mire   lust, desire   rape and struggle   finally snuggle...      I trance in a cynic snakepit eden   The apple of sin seems so easy to sell   I need no love to define this climax   All I need is pure Hollywood hell      Solve the quiz with a kiss   kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle...