Beautiful disease
trying to stop those fleas
resist complacences
for what you seize
sinister laughing in back corners of my mind
provides my sustinence
a no handed attempt
a rude man at the front
the right bowed to but dead
accomplished undertone
shoveling to the def
out of your other lips
but making me happy
three in the front room
are fucking on top of my bed
uplifting opening
old scars thought of as healed
say your prayers for your hate
a nympho to yourself
and now my face it breathes my lies
and my lies, they make me drown


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    Beautiful disease
    Trying to stop those fleas
    Resist complacences
    For what you seize

    Beautiful disease
    Trying to stop those fleas
    Resist complacences
    For what you seize

    Sinister laughing in back corners of my mind
    Provides my sustinence
    A no handed attempt
    A rude man at the front
    The right bowed to but dead
    Accomplished undertone
    Shoveling to the def
    Out of your other lips
    But making me happy
    Three in the front room
    Are fucking on top of my bed
    Uplifting opening
    Old scars thought of as healed
    Say your prayers for your hate
    A nympho to yourself

    (Let's fuck)

    Stature
    Show me (Stature)
    Show me (Stature)
    Show me (Stature)
    Show me (Stature)

    Beautiful disease
    Trying to stop those fleas
    Resist complacences
    For what you seize

    Beautiful disease
    Trying to stop those fleas
    Resist complacences
    For what you seize

    Sinister laughing in back corners of my mind
    Provides my sustinence
    A no handed attempt
    A rude man at the front
    The right bowed to but dead
    Accomplished undertone
    Shoveling to the def
    Out of your other lips
    But making me happy
    Three in the front room
    Are fucking on top of my bed
    Uplifting opening
    Old scars thought of as healed
    Say your prayers for your hate
    A nympho to yourself
    One, two

    And now my face it breathes my lies
    And my lies they make me drown

    (You get nothing! You lose! Good day Sir!)
    -=ViRUS=-on July 04, 2006   Link

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