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Punish Yourself Gore Baby Gore

There is nothing in the sky No burning souls, just fucking lies Don't expect anything from heaven There is nothing in the sky And when you die you just

Teach me teach me how to shoot (teach me teach me how to shoot) how to stand up straight in my boots (how to stand up straight in my boots) teach me

Mothra Lady acid bite her eyes like weapons under neon light she's like a gun cos' might is right assault and battery on your helpless anatomy glam-glam

I know you could have come into my house of dreams we would have been alone at least that's what it seems we would have been alone well hidden in the

Stalking evildoers bone powder dealers suburbian shrine snuff stuff - blood, feathers and wine everybody lies in this magic country everydody dies