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My heart's riddled with stitches. I'm an asphyxiated kind of blow. I've become arthritis. From touching you.

I've become arthritis. Anesthetic don't come cheap. We all float, we all float down here.

You are white and tasteless. Wide-eyed and shameless. Do you get it yet? My conscience ain't clearing. How the hell did I end up here? Do you get it? Get it? Get it yet? Get it? Get it? Get it yet?

Reaping machines taking hold of me, and let me underneath, so look at me. Always a part of me. We'll be fucking inseparable. We'll be fucking inseparable. I can't breathe. I can't breathe(What have you done to me?). We all fall down.

I've been foolishly biting my time
But its fangs are sharper than mine
Paranoia has taken the place, taken the place of god
But that's all its purpose was

Keep your faith
Keep your faith
if it's what you got, by all means

We are rusting at our hinges, we are coughing up asbestos.
We are loveless, careless automated animals.
Fundamentally lonesome, and socially inept.
Come on, come on, come on, come on. We are as good as it gets.
Always in the wrong place at the wrong, drained of our vital fluids and feeling fine.
Oh, the machines we are.
Oh, the machines we are.
Don't it seem so strange what we're willing to exchange for the world's attention?

You're only out to lose yourself in a whirlwind of hedonistic sunsoaked, booze drenched, depraved fornication.
How is your spine?
It's been quite some time since it packed its shit up and left you behind.

We've all been fooled into believing we're well;
I was crazy to think you had a chance in hell.
I love you so much, I've been contemplating removing your head [x2]

Pretty,
You are.
Enough to be in magazines.
A "front page fuck" for this month.
It won't matter now if the cameras come,
Because they won't recognize who they're taking pictures of,
There is so much blood,
There is so much.

It's party night tonight, just like every night;
And once again, you've death defied.
And how are those things that crawled up inside your head?
Polish off this bottle and pour yourself into bed, uh.
Let's shoot some drugs and fall in love,
Cause I feel like, uh.
You're sick all the time - it's a constant battle with sunshine,
But I love the way you electrify.

Preacher, Preacher, on the black box upon this stage,
Before these misguided kids, filling up their heads with nonsense,
Of something greater after all of this.
How much more bullshit must we be fed?

Hands up, reach for your money-made god, and let the money rain down upon your pretty little head.
We're all laughing at you, we're all laughing at you.

Sink 'em in, loving how depravity tastes.
As it runs down your lips, relief showers your face.
We sleep all day, just to stay alive, just so we can all go out and die a little at night.
Aropax princess got herself a case of the shakes. She gets her fix too little too late.
Being easy ain't pretty my sugar coated baby, my achromatic, post-traumatic baby.
You are barely alive.
Something wicked this way comes. I've been looking for you along horizons.
Maybe that's why it took me so long.

The cold only served me keeping you warm;
Roaming your body like a serpent of some form.
Now I ain't got nothing pumping through my veins but gasoline.
Could you ever love a machine?

It's all about driving the demons in me out.
It's hard to be sincere when I'm lodged in the jaws of a shark.
It's constantly reminding me that I like you better in the dark.