Another command to succumb to sucking you off with a smile A vanity culture like a congregation Identity dogmatism The image is always in style Stroking
When the joys of living just leave you cold Frozen from the failing mess you've made your own If you want an ending to your screenplay life Well,here'
Don't back up, your ass is to the wall again and Aren't you sick of wasting so much time? Yes it's true you're a fool if you think you were born to be
3, 2, 1. You want it full frontal, overstimulation. So say a benediction, For a new addiction, In voyeuristic overdrive. (Here comes the countdown)
Steel that sleeps with the morningstar Would that I could sin once more Blades will sing over stone and field That their song might grace our fall