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
you television do it for god kill the corpse holding the cre-
dit 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 mothe r fucker
I'm high and I'm thankful just to be alive
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