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he is the angel with the scabbed wingshard-drug face, want to powder his nosehe will deflower the freshest cropdry up all the wombswith his rock and roll soresdeadis what he is, he does what he pleasethe things that he has you’ll never want to seewhat you’re never gonna be nowsketch a little keyholefor looking-glass peopleyou

you built me up with your wishing hellI didn’t have to sell youyou threw your money in the pissing wellyou do just what they tell youREPENT, that’s what I’m talking abouti shed the skin to feed the fakeREPENT, that’s what I’m talking aboutwhose mistake am i anyway?Cut the head offGrows back hardI am the hydranow

Each time i make my mother cry anangel dies and falls from heavenwhen the boy is still a worm it’s hard tolearn the number sevenbut when they get to youit’s the first thing that they doeach time I look outsidemy mother dies, I feel my back is changing shapewhen the worm consumes the boy it’s

Hey. Mr. Superstar:"I’ll do anyhting for you""I’m your number one fan"hey mr. porno star, I, I, I, I want youhey mr. sickly star,I want to get sick from youhey mr. fallen star,don’t you know I worship you?hey mr. big rock star,"I wanna grow up just like you"I know that I can turn you onI wish

the ants are in the sugarthe muscles atrophiedwe’re on the other side, the screen is us and we’re t.v.spread me open,sticking to my pointy ribsare all your infants in abortion cribsI was born into thiseverything turns to shitthe boy that you loved is the man that you fearpray until your number,asleep from all your pain,your