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Your body laid out on these filthy floors Your bloodstain's on my custom coutures Bathroom attendant let me right in She was a big fan I really tried to stay cool But your arrogance disturbed my solitude Now I ripped your dress and you're all black and blue Look what you made me do They keep sayin' that ain't nothin' like my father But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars If you cross me, I'm just like my father I am colder than Titanic water Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head They ain't ever been safe ones I don't fellowship with these fakе ones So let's travel to Whitеchapel's and sing hymns Hold rosaries, singing stained glass symphonies Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair I sashay'd my dress Did my best impression of a damsel in distress This alcohol and smell of regret Allured my catch Outfit too small to hide my scars SongtexteFeelin' bottled up like bottle service broads How long can he hold his breath Before his death? Caro mio ben Credimi almen Senza di te Languisce il cor Il tuo fedel Sospira ognor Cessa, crudel Tanto rigor Ooh, ooh Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head They ain't ever been safe ones I don't fellowship with these fake ones So let's travel to Whitechapel's and sing hymns Hold rosary, singing stained glass symphonies Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair Say I'm nothin' like my father But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars Double cross me, I'm just like my father I am colder than Titanic water Aus Songtexte Mania