If I procure a chance to make yours taste like mine, I'd saw my arms off just to bleed your stakes.
force fed. Mind kept. Bled to death for your rock n roll catch. (x3)
It's all glamour and glitter. The shiny tv screen spits your name and breathes your fame.
Break the mold. Crowd goes in. Crash in flames. Burn the sect. Trash the means. Can you smell the cyanide on its breath? (x2)
It's all glamour and glitter. The shiny tv screen spits your name. It's breathes your fame, oh sew your ears shut. Don't listen to it.
This enterprise is a cagamosis. It's too early for your screams.
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