Why do you love to lick my wounds Why do you
love to twist my pain Why do you love to
suck! my life Why do you look so dead Kill me I'm a dope fiend Do not touch me
for I am unclean Kill your television, do it
for God Kill the corpse holding the credit
card Screaming insects hail the queen
welcome the killer home Hold me close to
your dead heart and let the rapist roam Put
your bloody hands on me whisper in my ear Burning bodies keep us warm and have for a
million years Yeah motherfucker I'm high And I'm thankful just to be alive
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