Written by leah andreone
Van gogh lent me
his ear
Now the picture is clear
I
can finally hear
Girls they grow like
weeds
We’re replaceable beings
Just
tell her what you told me
Overindulge, hit the spot
Take too much,
take some more
Let habits form praise the
lord
Give me more don’t get bored
Bow down to the mass
Fill in the
gap
Fill the hole in your head
Bow down to the mass
Fill in the gap
Fill the hole in your head
How
insane would I be
If you fed on me
And I found sanctity
Bless this body
received
If I say the right things
Will you pretend to love me
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