| I transform to this, worship as I give you my sell!
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| I transform to this, worship as I give you my sell!
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| I transform to this, I transform to this
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| I transform to this, worship as I give you my sell!
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| I transform to this, worship as I give you my sell!
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| I transform to this, I transform to this
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| Flexing my arms, start pulling my parts
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| Line up a knife to start slicing the course
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| And I’m cutting, because the mirror’s a ghost
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| Now I’m bleeding, because the mirror’s a ghost
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| Taking a razor to my face
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| Sanding it down till the jaw reshapes
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| And it shatters, because the mirror’s a ghost
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| Now my mouth is full
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| I transform to this, worship as I give you my sell!
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| I transform to this, worship as I give you my sell!
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| I transform to this, I transform to this
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| I transform to this, worship as I give you my sell!
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| I transform to this, worship as I give you my sell!
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| I transform to this, I transform to this
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| Making a whole of a mole
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| Gargling my mouth with some bleach and swallowing a little
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| Fingers in my throat with something to at
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| Breaking the scale with nails in my feet
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| Am I bord or am doing enough?
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| Am I bored or am I soaking my guts?
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| Am I bored or am I dying?
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| Am I dying?
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| I transform, worship as I give you my sell!
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| I transform, worship as I give you my sell!
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| I transform!
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| I transform to this, worship as I give you my sell!
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| I transform to this, worship as I give you my sell!
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| I transform to this, I transform to this |