Plastic scars,
The pig objectifies who you are,
?Blind addiction? and your silent scenes,
You run easy in the skin you change
You couldn't last for long,
There's no soul to claim,
Never been not a single thing,
You're talking on the book that drives you on
(CHORUS)
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 up,
(CHORUS 2X)
(SOLO'S)
(CHORUS 2X).

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