Look at my face you pierce with a blank stare, no dream could prepare a heart for a lifeless friend.

‘Cause I really always knew that my little crime would be cold, that’s why I got a heater for your thighs.

You can feel my strength destroy you, straight to the heart of the venomous bite.

So put that smile back on my face, and mix it strong my friend.

As they thank the Lord, the blind can’t see. Like a plague fed to the brain, deadly disease.

Break from the ropes your hands are tied.

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No one can touch us.

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You made me this way; I am the product of your creation.

Jealousy’s an ugly word, but you don’t seem to care.