you cut off all of your
fingers trade them in for dollar bills cake on some more make-up
to cover up all those lines wake up and stop shaking don't you want
some of this? don't you need some of this? you take but cannot be
given you ride but cannot be ridden pinch this tiny heart of mine Wrap
it up in soiled twine You never read what you've written I'll be your
lover, i'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, i am anything when i'm high don't
you want some of this? don't you need some of this? you shove your hair
down my throat i feel your fingers in me tear this bitter fruit to
mess and wrap it in your soiled dress now you must spit out the
seeds (chorus) all dried up and tied up forever all fucked up and dead
to the world...
Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar - 1996
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