This whore, this once, this way Are you going to run from here? I'm dying to know if she died to me Take it back now Are you going to run from here?
As i watched it all begin... I was there. I'm caught In the Middle Of my own reality. Where nothing's for and nothing's against, Why don't you
Welcome to Hollywood Girl My dance has passed Welcome to Hollywood girl Wake the fuck up in Hollywood whore Combine the throbbin' in my head With the
Fraudulent miracles make miracles sink ships. The rice paper princess (gets too for her flinches). (Fuck you) In the midst of the perfection, rain
Sketch it out. Shut up now. Poor catholic school girl. Making love to her, I'm nuts like this. Did she think we'd ever see at all? See at all
Little girla?¦ Blindfolda?¦ Industrializea?¦ Face the daybreaka?¦ Leap unto my sweata?¦ Kira, I call your namea?¦ You, I am so true. White, black
Who you fucking now? I use my slit wrist, sign my name with And when you can't compete with the Joneses You gun 'em all down, even the father You fucking
You only get one taste For this gift we are graced You only get one taste And for this gift, for this gift For this gift, wait, wait Now let me go So
Demerol cast away, Co-defrequent, Soma holiday, If I was a morgue noone would die. This atonal score, For if you're rhythmic dancing on the dance
When I get back, pre-break of dawn Hear the ring it's me, live from a pay phone Talking in the rain Things pan out exactly as I say they will Will I
You can never understand me. 'Cause I, I felt this in my... I felt this in my soul. You never made an understanding. 'Cause I, I felt this in my...
A boy, a girl, a love story But why did it end in misery? Taking our chances, getting our thrills Taking and taking but never getting our fill And this
tell me or i'll cast away continue (whims)? on a holiday if i wasn't (born)? now one more time this ain't total score for if your in the dance
If it makes you, it takes you, I don't want to If it makes you, scared in the bare anyway If it makes you, I don't want to see your face When you feel
Welcome to Hollywood whore Wake up in Hollywood whore My dance has passed Combine the throb within the head With the rhythm of the feet Say a novena
Another notch on her bed post, In blood red. Feel me. Taste me. Warm.. Me with your tounge of fire. Use.. This body. Warm.. Me with your tounge
Yes we have an audience Amassing various I ought to know For I've taken pulls to this area And yes the contest with the best monetary order You get the
You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken You're asking when do I stop, when the bottle's empty? Blacker than my father's soul, drunk enough to