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Sticky
03:40
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Drool for me
All sweaty
Rub your sticky all in my icky, yeah
Make it work!
Show me your worth
It's all a game
My hand your girth
Was I there first?
Stupid guess
"Pass the mess
I want to play
RUN AWAY!"
Cunning quims
Fucking fibs
Your flirty stick is sick!
Too many splinters, ahh!
Loading guns
Evil floods run
Future subversive fun
The fun is done
She's burnt and ungrown
The flirty sticks undercover bone!
Your flirty stick is sick!
Too many splinters, shit.
You don't see
Everyone blinded by their sticky oblivion
Too many
Splinters!
Shit!
Your flirty stick...
Shut up!
Talking your, endless repetition
We. aren't
Ob-liv-i-ous! Yeah, but you're still a fucking cunt!
I said it, I said it, I said it
Going to stroke before I can even take it!
I said it, I said it, I said it
What am I doing dude?
Chances!
I'm nice, but wow! How did you not get decked
This far in life but you're still a
Fucking cunt!
I said it, I said it, I said it
Going to stroke before - I can't take it!
I said it, I said it, I said it
What am I doing dude?...
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Bleed
01:53
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Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed!
All you think we do is fuckin'
Bleed!
Not insane, you make me wanna
Scream! Scream!
Can't believe you think we're all the
Same! Same! Same!
You don't care, what we fuckin' really do!
Think I wanna murder...what do I have even to lose?
Every third week I have to wear fucking pants.
I'd rather wear nothing, but I can't take the chance...
Need, need, need, need
Cuddle me and make my fucking
Dreams
Every 10 damn minutes gotta
Pee! Pee!
Fuck! I feel all of you stabbing
Me!
You don't care, what we really fucking do!
Think I wanna murder...what do I have to even lose?
Every third week I have to wear fucking pants.
I'd rather wear nothing, but I can't take the chance...
Then suddenly, as the angels came on chocolate clouds...
I wonder... I really wonder... Is there a place?
Where I can kick, cry? Scream, bitch? Moan as loud as I -
Want! Want! Want! Want!
All you little piggies act the
Same!
"Check out that ass," oh you're real
Lame! Lame!
Why don't you check my latest monthly
Shame! Shame!
You don't care, what we really fucking do!
Think I wanna murder...what do I have to even lose?
Every third week I have to wear fucking pants.
I'd rather wear nothing, but I can't take the chance...
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Brains
01:30
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Sitting in my room, only quiet in my tomb
Endless noise, girls and boys //
Can't do much without a fuss, run away I must say
I don't know, where to go! //
I could wear a bag and dance in mud
My teeth are crud, "but can we fuck?" //
My words are just air, discluding would be fair
Either way, take you away //
They want to eat my brain! Take my hair! Change my name
Gone and I'm insane? //
Swear I'm not insane, my friends will call me tame!
Tell me the truth! //
I'm being cornered all the time, no I'm not fucking blind
I'm not that special //
Sol-i-dar-ity in sol-i-tair-y
Come and taste my brain girl //
It's been sitting in a tomb, sweet from all my fumes
Come and taste my brain //
"Yes I taste her brain! Sweet from all the soul
I took her brain! Mmm.... //
NO I'M NOT JANE! TAYLOR IS MY NAME! FUCK HER! I ATE HER BRAIN!"
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