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desensitise, the conscience dies here's to your calloused thighs here's to your cold, sore lips here's to your circus ride hips here's to my clammy cold hands i feel like a no-womans land you tried to purchase a plot a quagmire's what you got i was in love with defeat it drives a sporadic heartbeat well you are the addict in purity you and your stoned insecurity using your boyfriends for rent or fuckin them all til they're spent well, i cant judge you lover we are the same undercover ive posted the same dark entries as you. your desperate puke stained grin you're a poster girl for a lifelong sin hes a pedophile with a chaplins smile i cant fix what that sucker defiled Songtextelets go makeout on a bench your heart lockets got a rusty hinge lets feel false and unreal lets not feel how it doesnt heal you were your own lost whore and im always wantin more and more your bedroom is a porno booth i got no money honey, got no use aint it all so mechanical? our tainted love, its habitual i cant trust you, lover you should never trust me either ive posted the same dark entries as you lets not lie any less unless you cant somehow maintain heres your script for when you confess learn your lines this time now say them again im just a sucker for fun chasing your dumb fleeting vanity livin a life on the run from a big black cloud of christianity dont you feel guilty now? the sex was like milkin the cow i was your boy for the night staining your sheets with my blight well you suck the cock of a swine how tenderly wasting your time i cant trust you lover you should never trust me either i posted the same dark entries as you Aus Songtexte Mania