I want a taste, naked fixation.
Ooh, I'm so hell bent.
I should kill her. I should wound her. I'll... wax the bitch.
Who I'm talking to, who I'm sleeping with, who I'm smoking with.

I was afraid to unlock the door...
Like a velvet tear.
Like a moonlit sky.

I can't find it in my home, I can't find it in my heart.

Ya told me: don't worry, don't worry... love.

I was afraid to unlock the door...
Like a velvet tear.
Like a moonlit sky.

Black Dahlia.

...who I'm talking to, who I'm sleeping with, who I'm smoking with....

Don't say this, don't say that.
If I'm not me, I'm not free.
Born alone, die alone.
Live, you must live.

Pushing and shoving and fighting and feeling like a big nothing.
Holding my hands and praying and dying and all for nothing.
Pushing and shoving and fighting and feeling like a big nothing.
Holding my hands and breaking my neck...

Born alone, die alone.
Live, you must live.

I'm wishing for the world.
Trying to survive.
Try to stay alive.
Wishing for the world.
Yeah!

You're killing me, yeah, and I don't know.
You're testing me and I don't know.

I don't know. I don't...

They stepped on me when I was down.
I had to get up just to get down, god fearing bitch.

You're killing me, yeah, and I don't know.
You're testing me and I don't know.

Yeah, supernova.

School of life.

Life.

"We'll be at the forefront in the fight.
Michael Moore : Doing what?
Hopefully, smashing the skulls of communists, or executing race traitors, or shooting on sight anybody we don't think is white."

A storm is rising.
Can't you sense it?

What are you gonna do?
What she would say...
What are you gonna do?
What she would say...

When your house burns down on your judgement day...
When your house burns down on your judgement day...

After and after.
After the laughter.
Words won't mean shit.

I'll plead with you. I'll beg for you. I'll steal for you. I'll plead with you.

Looking down on me, locking down on me, licking down on me.

I'm alright, I'm just drunk.
Fuck it man, tell lies, anything.

[Instrumental]

"Masturbating..."

Case of control.
Bought, sold.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Well, now you're here.
What will you wear?
A rope or a gown?
Nothing to fear.
I am flying.
I am flying home.

Look to the sun, fire the gun.
Shoot bang, shoot bang.

Well, look to the sun, fire the gun.
Shoot bang, shoot bang.

Criss cross, dove flight.
Broke, mean and tired.
I'm ready. I'm ready.

Gently, softly put down the gun.
Down the gun, down the gun..

Voices lie; cry.
Oh, burn me.
I wanna see your eyes over, yeah.
Yeah...

Look to the sun, fire...
Shoot bang, shoot bang.
Well, look to the sun, fire...
Shoot bang, shoot bang.

Get down, get out of place.

Get onwards...

Get down, get out of place.

Criss cross, dove flight.
Broke, mean and tired.
I'm ready. I'm ready.

Gently, softly put down the gun.
Put down the gun, put down the gun...

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I've got this desire.
I've got this plan.
I'm gonna end it all.
A plan to end all plans.

Riot, try it.
Riot, try it.
Power surges, Medusa urges.
Power surges, Medusa urges... on.

I've got this kick, it powers me.
I'm gonna live.
I'm feeling like a snake all over.
I'm seeing in 3-D.
I'm taking down a wall of power, a digital regime.

All alone.
No sip.

Adam and Eve. Eve and Adam.
Adam and Eve. Eve and Adam.

They had to pick the apple.
Picked it from the tree.
They had to pick the apple.
Picked it from the tree.

Adam and Eve. Eve and Adam.
Adam and Eve. Eve and Adam.

...and Mary.

Just like yellow plaid.
Goose is cooked.
Just like yellow plaid.
Goose is cooked.

Where have I been?
Where have I gone?
Gooses cooked.
All in spades.

What is it about me... that makes you so mad?
Is it the way that I look... or the way that I smile?
What is it about you... that makes me so mad?
Is it the way that you look... or the way that you smile?

Just like yellow plaid.
Goose is cooked.
Gooses cooked.
All in spades.

What is it about them... that makes me so mad?
Is it the way that they look... or the way that I smile?
What is it about them... that makes me so mad?
Is it the way that they look... or the way that I smile?

I hit you, you hit me back...

[Instrumental]

My throat was dry, the burning sand; the scent of violet...

I knew what it was, the scent of violet.
I knew what it was, no cross left to bear.
No cross left to bear...

There I awoke on my back, asking myself the same question; pushing myself beyond my existence...

Rise, rise.
Rise, rise.

Magic show.
Magic show.
Magic show.
Magic show.

Rise, rise.
Rise, rise.

There, I would roam with my dog, Tequila, asking myself the same question; pushing myself beyond my existence...

Rise, rise.
Rise, rise.

Magic show.
Magic show.
Magic show.
Magic show.

Rise, rise.
Rise, rise.

Rise, rise.
Rise, rise.

[Instrumental]

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