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But everything's gone in reverse
speed back to black t-shirts and short skirts
when i could wear what i wanted; remorseless
i grew out of my sociopath skin, or so you thought
and i'm sick-stricken with this old disease
and you have nothing but fear to offer me so
i'll take what i can get, like pulling teeth from corpses
it comes so easy when you can't protest
Well fetishize me boy, distance me like
grown girls do to gay men, if I'm just a sex trip
I'm safe right? except you are never gonna be
free of me, you pick and prod and now you're
surprised when something comes, two-years-gone
so what if you cut my tongue to give me peace
the devil's has grown back in its place
I owe you nothing - for silence? for a cheap laugh?
yeah you speak in foreign languages, streetwords
i made your dirty little lifestyle honeychild, you're
emulating girls and boys who once worshipped me
and true gods (no more charming blondes, they're
less sweet pistol-whipped with broken jaws) never
die; i can feel the onset of a forever full moon
I'm remembering what it is to burn
you'll learn all about it &me soon