| If I took this cigarette and put it out on you,
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| Would you love me?
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| Her throat is soft,
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| Her lips are red,
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| Her thighs are white,
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| Her heart is dead.
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| Jezebel.
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| Red rope burns around her wrists,
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| Her blood is cold, her heroin’s kiss,
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| Do you love your whore?,
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| I like to hear you beg,
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| She’s crouched down in the corner with her head between her legs.
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| Jezebel.
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| Broken glass and dirty needles,
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| Soul erosion truth,
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| Electric god,
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| Our superman found dead in a telephone booth.
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| Shards of teeth,
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| Ice pick abortions,
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| Orgasmic death so warm,
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| Lets die screamin',
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| Black goat semen,
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| I can’t hear you whisper «conform».
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| Hearts will stop and brain cells pop,
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| Apocalyptic high.
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| She screams bloody murder as they chop off her fingers,
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| So this is how it feels to die.
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| But it’s ok,
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| Yeah everything’s ok.
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| She was screaming about conspiracy,
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| Talkin' about taking sides,
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| I was masturbating, just contemplating,
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| The cold love of suicide.
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| Hearts will stop and brain cells pop,
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| Apocalyptic high,
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| She screams bloody murder as they chop off her fingers,
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| So this is how it feels to die. |