| A down payment on fame with a balance of blood
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| I loan myself out to Celebrity
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| With no regard to how this is accomplished
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| Silk eyes, veiled with greed
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| Infernal power take bloom, the proclivity to rule breeds fairly well
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| Stacked heels to shoulders to Heaven, blinding skyward the sun
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| Script your Johnny namesake upon the dotted line
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| The ghoulish mask is dangerous and sweet
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| What he is clasping is bound with intentions
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| Each hour my fear depletes
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| It’s a fake, a fix, a fallacy at best
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| There’s no telling where we’ll be tomorrow
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| But how can you hear the next life beckoning?
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| With your head in the sand
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| Affluence and poverty, they’re each just a sacrifice away
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| But to save your soul, I can see why you might care |