We live like creatures We love like homicide We'll write your future Control both space and time We control reality We control your chemistry, baby Rearrange
I hate your fucking boyfriend I wish that he was dead I hate your fucking boyfriend I'd like to smash his head Do you remember when it was the two of
There's a million stichers stiching Pretty smiles to our faces There's a million bodies trembling How they love to see us shaking Watch the murder and
No more episodes to get me to this Sunday Their jibber fades It fades out, not worth listening Their jibber fades The stripes are disappearing You tumble
The skies weren't always black, But the bodies burned and the ashes rose We're still burning You came to place the wreath on the headstone of your father
Tonight my dear we need a sacrifice Your lips won't satisfy my appetite This girl has fallen ripe with pestilence My stomach aches from the taste of
This disease will make your heart explode Melt your teeth and flesh down to the bone They took our blood now, baby Your kiss shall poison me They took
Up, up, down, down Left, right, left, right Secret Contra code for extra life Up, up, down, down Left, right, left, right Secret Contra code for extra
All the pretty corpses they will sing to you in praise. Screaming out atrocities in keys that have no name Darling won't you touch me as these knives
Aside from dying, there is nothing I want more Than seeing living dolls just perish in the flames I have set forth because they stalk me in my dreams
Twenty-two-year-old in a convertible Driving fast he hit a cat and Killed him on the spot He went unchecked but there was nothing left Feeling bad he
They said we'd never make it out of here alive Our wicked bodies melted right before their eyes And everything you touch shall be destroyed Everything
Ok, let's see, I guess that I'll be brief It seems I've come to hate your guts When did you become a girl so thoroughly So goddamn thoroughly stuck-up
It's the dawn of the dead I think you heard me right Evil corpses rising form the grave The dead will walk tonight They're gonna want your bones They
His needle sewed my eyes shut Soul is jailed my dear departed Jesus strapped on to your chest now who will save you from his darkness? Diamonds are
High fives with chainsaw hands Will strike the spark that melts our features Salt the earth, I?ll salt your wounds As flames consume like starving creatures
This is the worst of wounds My soul blisters like your skin This is a call to arms Knives have started sharpening themselves I?ve told you this before
You never talk to me She never talks to me What the hell am I supposed to do If she won't talk to me? One, two, three, four It wasn't fashion man No
