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we foam at the mouth
for the animals to break out
on the edge of our seats
ring master fresh meat
that's entertainment!
we beautifully
carried out this mutiny
with the knife to your throat
the new captain of this sideshow
that's entertainment!
why beg for mercy from a crooked crown?
why dream of castles when you can burn them to the ground?
i'm sick of living in between regrets
and extinction
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Pretty Pretty Please
02:28
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one's lapdancing on the other side while the other scores your photos by the views
in this church of our silicon validation, will you get down on your knees?
and will you gag on hearts and thumbs and likes
while your crotch confesses to the priest
in this house of our digital admiration, will you rate me? (pretty pretty please)
and will you writhe, will you pose, will you flash me a smile?
you're vanity's venereal disease
sing along to our song
get up! get up! yeah you're dancing to it wrong
your swan song's better when they're humming along
those angels got that angle of your deathmask spot on
those angels got that angle of your deathmask spot on
collect call from your baby overdosing on a morphine dream
collect call from the screams you keep between your tongue and your teeth
collect call from neglect and regret, so bittersweet
collect call from your ghost, let's toast to the gossip you'll be!
sing along to our song
get up! get up! yeah you're dancing to it wrong
your swan song's better when they're humming along
those angels got that angle of your deathmask spot on
those angels got that angle of your deathmask spot on
i know what you're thinking
"did i at least die right?"
the vultures nod, singing "the afterparty is the afterlife"
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hold your fuckin' horses, hotshot
who do you think i am?
i'm the judge, jury, and executioner
don't you understand?
nobody moves and nobody gets hurt
nothing's out of hand
i'm the man with the plan in a rock 'n roll band
don't you understand?
dismember the corpse and send his widow a corsage!
it don't get better than this, you son of a bitch!
hold your fuckin' tongues, ya little bastards
where do you think you are?
i'm the mad dog barking in an old junkyard
and i scream like an electric guitar
nobody moves and nobody gets hurt
nothing's out of hand
i'm your host with the most inner demons and ghosts
so now you understand
dismember the corpse and send his widow a corsage!
it don't get better than this, you son of a bitch!
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Love Roses Richmond, Virginia
punk hardcore rock and or roll from rva
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