Testo Death Dance

Plastic scars
The pig dictifies who you are
Blonde addiction and your silent scenes
You run easy in the skin you chain

You couldn't laugh for long
There's no soul to claim
Never been not a single thing You're talking on the book that drives you on
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So reach down far below
And see yourself explode
Let's destroy this common threat
You better believe I'm gonna dance with the dead!

Constant threats
You dig deeper in the filthy broil
The door shuts and then the angel sleeps
We all know that that's a damn wrong raid
You're talking on the book that drives you on