Psyclon Nine
Glamour Through Debris
Paint your faceWith the skull of my sufferingAnd in the end you'll cry for me little sisterI've got the armorIn the form of these scabs and scarsAnd in the end you'll cry for me little sisterRip out my heartAnd i'll pull out my fucking gunAnd in the end you'll cry for me little sisterOne kill from a bulletAnd we'll see if your plastic bleedsAnd in the end you'll cry for me little sisterCan't you fucking see meOn the big screen?Don't you seeWe're all made for TVYou'll love me nowYou can pin up the magazinesIn my life after deathIt's my glamour through your debrisThe cameras onI've got the gunLet's have some funJust like the HydraCut a finger from my handI've got four moreAnd I'll pull the trigger againThis is the endSo cry for meLittle sister
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