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I am for you who you want me to be.
At this moment when you look at me
in a way you've never seen before
I am for you what you want me to be.
Is this what you wanted?
Do you wanna hear me screamin' out?
Do you wanna see me gutted?
Do you wanna see me bleedin' out?
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Deathwish
02:09
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that girl's got a deathwish
I can see it in her eyes
she's draggin' you close to the edge
and she's spoon-feedin' you lies
she's coming cumming for your blood
she's cumming coming for you
you wanna know her
to taste her heart
stumble your way
fumble dumb through the dark
she's comin' for you
she's out for blood
she's got the poison
and you drink it up
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Goth Country No.1
03:23
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Never knew Virginia'd be so hot
Never knew the air could weigh so much
Pressed against the floor dreaming of her touch
Cool and lighter than air
Cool and lighter than air
Southern Gothic: How it seeps in your soul.
Thought you'd be the High Priestess, but you were just The Fool.
Never knew Virginia'd be so cruel
Never knew that something so sweet could do that to you
Feel the curse inside you coming out
From deep within your soul
Deep within your soul
Southern Gothic: How it seeps in your soul.
Thought you'd be the High Priestess, but you were just The Fool.
Ride into the night
Ride into the storm
Let it tear you apart
Let it tear you down
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Poppers
02:50
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always heard when I was young, you shouldn't do inhalants
sniffing Mr. Sketch for fun, my first poppers assailant
a little bit of Elmer's glue, the first whiff of the Cool Whip
wanna meet me after school, we'll go do some inhalants
just take a whiff
get into it
lose your cool
cause inhalants rule
think you wanna loosen up, I got cures for your ailments
just cleaning off my VHS, no electric survaillance
a little bit of Jungle Juice, feel the Rush of Double Scorpio
think you wanna loosen up, turn into a dirty disco
let's triple kiss
get into it
lose your cool
cause inhalants rule
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Guillotine
03:09
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If I had one dream, if I had just one demand
It's that I would lay to waste every single billionaire.
It's like all you care about is your fucking self and I
can't look away from all your endless wealth.
The people cry out, they wanna see you dead.
Marching through the streets they cry, "Off with his head!"
Bring out the guillotine! I think I feel a little mean.
Hungry mouths and houseless people-
how do you let them go without?
Lookin' at you to redistribute.
Come on, baby, give it up!
Bring out the guillotine! It's time to heal society.
Bring him out.
We wanna see him dead.
Fuck Jeff Bezos!
OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!!
Bring out the guillotine! It's time to make this rich man scream!
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I DON'T WANNA!!!
01:54
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I DON'T WANNA LISTEN TO YOU, YOU'RE JUST A COP!!!
I DON'T WANNA LISTEN TO YOU, YOU CAN'T MAKE ME CAUSE YOU'RE JUST A COP!!!!!
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