You eat up my heart and all the little parts
Your star is so sharp it leaves me jagged holes
I make myself sick just to poison you
If i can't have you then no one will

But then our star rushes in
feeling like a child and looking
like a woman
She has been forecast with an
attempt to kill herself
but the ending didn't test well

Sometimes I feel like dancing...

Just give us war, I've been calling you all week
for my shotgun

Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone fucker

Hey mister superstar,
I'll kill myself for you.
I'll kill you if I can't have you
Superstar, super fuck baby, superstar, superfuck, baby....

Too dumb to run away
Too dead to die

I was born with too few middle-fingers.

Lift you up like the sweetest angel,
I tear you down like a whore.
I will bury your god in my warm spit,
You'll be deformed in your porn.

Faster, faster,
faster-faster-faster
faster-faster-faster

You brought me your love.

I brought you my bullets.

I remember the day when i called you my private whore. I realize now, that I'm the one who's fucked.

Just because I want a raccoon.

Am I forever young?
I shall be forever dead.

Oh my god, what have I done?
All I wanted was a little fun
Got a brain like bubble gum
Blowing up my cranium

when everything i feel turns into dust, what will be left for you? Just a memory, a long gone thought. Not for you, my friend.

Fuckhead.

Living in your shadow, dying for your love. Kissing the picture of you every night. This is our love song.

Chopped and faded.

And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But would anything matter if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?

I'd prefer not to. But with the right attitude, no no.

I gave my soul to someone else
She must have known that it was already sold
But it was never about her
It was about the hurt

Oh yes, my dear, I do like to keep them in my mouth.

Well honey, this must be what they call the golden age of Grotesque.

I’m burning in ice cold water, I’m freezing in the fire of your eyes. Let me in again.

I am a dandy in the ghetto with a snow-white smile
Super-ego bitch, I've been evil awhile

Fuck you, I'm the pervert.

I like lollipops. Bet you’ve already noticed. I feel high on the sugar. That might just be the reason of my behavior and my cute little giggle. I’m the sugar. Sugar!

You are an unmarked car
I can't remember where I parked you
but I love you
can't afford you
I'll take a cab to the funeral

This is the new shit

Your lips look like they were made
For something else but
They just suck my breath
I want your pain
To taste why you’re ashamed
And I know you’re not just what you say to me
And I’m not the only moment you’re made of

I'm not yours.