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Artiste:
Circus Of Dead Squirrels
Titre:
Plastic Messiah
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Sheep clones, (silicone titties), phone sex, (test tube babies) Abortion, (birth control), eat it up - never full Overdose on cold medicine When you are feeling sick Opposites attract, bullshit, it's all the same Everyone judges me before they know my name Supermodel snobs and the anorexic bitches Only spread their legs for the ones with the riches I don't give a shit what you fucking think of me I don't give a shit what you fucking think of me None of you mean a goddamn thing to me I don't give a shit what you fucking think of me This is the product of an absent God Too many people just stringing along time To separate myself from the idiots And you can send me straight to hell I don't give a shit what you fucking think of me I don't give a shit what you fucking think of me None of you mean a goddamn thing to me I don't give a shit what you fucking think of me Go fuck yourself Worthless asshole Corporate fucks, you're living a lie Other people's money trapped in your eyed Take a step off the edge, that fucking tie around your neck Is like a leash that keeps you weak As you're dragged upon your knees I don't give a shit what you fucking think of me I don't give a shit what you fucking think of me None of you mean a goddamn thing to me I don't give a shit what you fucking think of me This is the product of an absent God Too many people just stringing along time To separate myself from the idiots And you can send me straight to hell I don't give a shit what you fucking think of me I don't give a shit what you fucking think of me None of you mean a goddamn thing to me I don't give a shit what you fucking think of me Everyone wants to be perfect Everyone's a fucking whore for money Force the bullshit you believe Stuff your plastic messiah under a murdered tree Murder tree.... murder tree... murder tree.... murder tree... (I just can't seem to do anything with my hair) Shut up bitch! I don't need a reason to be pissed off anymore I built myself up just to fall on the floor I fucked up everything But I don't fucking care anymore Fuck it all... Fuck it all... Fuck it all... Fuck you all... This plastic plastic society This backwards morality, everyone's an enemy Everyone's my enemy This plastic plastic society This backwards morality, everyone's an enemy Everyone's my enemy This plastic plastic society This backwards morality, everyone's an enemy Everyone's my enemy This plastic plastic society This backwards morality, everyone's an enemy Everyone's my enemy