| Stars falling in my eyes
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| Blinding, bleeding, hiding from my sight
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| Freight train blood rush blowing through my head
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| Try to remember what the ghost of God said
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| «As each nail pierces your flesh
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| Smile and love each dog to death
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| Find a ride down the line
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| Travel the unlit corridor of your mind
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| Until the questions don’t matter anymore
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| 'Cause the answers, not the questions
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| Will cause you to whore!»
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| Staring at a picture of life
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| Pulls my heart out through my eyes
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| Force me to remember the only ties that bind
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| Which serve to remind of the hardened empty husks of the once loved left behind
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| In the dusted trails of tears
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| Long ago dried now turned trails of rust on an iron shell
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| That one time long ago contained an animal man
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| Innocent untouched green like the newest man in the machine
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| Full of thought which all too quickly turned to lust
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| Leading to a one way trip though never never land
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| Jesus Skrew superstar
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| Jesus Skrew superstar
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| Jesus Skrew superstar
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| Jesus Skrew superstar
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| Working a psychoerotic equation
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| Whose numbers plugged in are laced with dust
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| It’s been so long don’t ask me where I’m from
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| I’ll have to trace the maps on your arms and pull answers from the chapped open
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| hole in my chest
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| Which at best was only fit to die with the rest on a cross nailed to my breast
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| Punctured flesh puckered ready to accept to suck cold steel nail almost
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| certainly blessed
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| The only absolute truth ready to pass the test of the holy dirty inside out
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| church of emotional incest
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| Choking on messiah meat, fire & brimstone prayer for the gods of all regrets
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| Individual to all the rest
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| Accept the television truth by the mouthful
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| With a smile all the while
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| Fear twists your gut and you consume yourself from the inside
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| Jesus Skrew superstar
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| Jesus Skrew superstar
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| Jesus Skrew superstar
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| Jesus Skrew superstar
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| Don’t try
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| To decide
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| You don’t have a choice
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| With a voice that’s moist with shit
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| With a voice that’s moist with shit |