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we wanna see some blood
we need a new whore
we don't give a fuck
we just want more
blood
we want
blood
we want blood
I'm gonna fuck the whole in Kennedy's head
revolt deface resist
push the button
Lgalize Freedom
let's shoot the president,
rape the queen
and feel the flowers breath again
inside this dead machine
swimming into nowhere
thrill kill avenue,
cuttin' her slowly
liberty, she crawls to me
I slept the last mile on our way to endsville
shove it inside her
spectro-trippin on
I slept the last mile on our way to endsville
spread your legs,
don't look at me
cut me, rape me, make me free
breeders screaming dreaming bloodless
for the loveless
white sound, oceans of dreams
I won't be another number on the screen
shhhhh: I wanna hear you scream
I won't be another number
white sound, jet black scream
vomiting this cold mass of hate
I'm gonna push my love
through her skull
through her skull
through her skull
through her skull
through her
I have heard abortion
stories from the leather nun
holding hands with dead girls
hiding from the sun
I did a line
I did a line
I did a line
I did a line
the lines that define begin to gray and fade now
we shoot out the lights and swallow razor blades
I feel nothing for the meat that came before
liberty, she crawled to me playing the whore
we wanna see some blood   we need a new whore   we don't give a fuck   we just want more   blood   we want   blood   we want blood   I'm gonna fuck the whole in Kennedy's head   revolt deface resist   push the button   Lgalize Freedom   let's shoot the president,   rape the queen   and feel the flowers breath again   inside this dead machine   swimming into nowhere   thrill kill avenue,   cuttin' her slowly   liberty, she crawls to me   I slept the last mile on our way to endsville   shove it inside her   spectro-trippin on   I slept the last mile on our way to endsville   spread your legs,   don't look at me   cut me, rape me, make me free   breeders screaming dreaming bloodless   for the loveless   white sound, oceans of dreams   I won't be another number on the screen   shhhhh: I wanna hear you scream   I won't be another number   white sound, jet black scream   vomiting this cold mass of hate   I'm gonna push my love   through her skull   through her skull   through her skull   through her skull   through her   I have heard abortion   stories from the leather nun   holding hands with dead girls   hiding from the sun   I did a line   I did a line    I did a line    I did a line    the lines that define begin to gray and fade now   we shoot out the lights and swallow razor blades   I feel nothing for the meat that came before   liberty, she crawled to me playing the whore
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