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| DO YOU HURT THE ONES YOU LOVE? WHO, THEN, IS HURTING YOU? New Orleans Pools of red and purple and green The lines of white aren't what they seem Moon baby whisper in my ear Pass out to celebrate the new year The sky is made of evil The streets are paved with anarchy The people are made of plastic F*ck me, it's new orleans F*ck me, it's new orleans See nothing in the twighlight I can't even find my keys Powerless in a backseat F*ck me, it's new orleans F*ck me, it's new orleans Swallowed up by destruction The boulevard loses its sanity Riots over a bottle of wine F*ck me, it's new orleans F*ck me, it's new orleans F*ck me, it's new orleans F*ck me, it's new orleans F*ck me! Cell You try to tell me what to do I'll spit out what I think of you You've bitten what you cannot chew You'll find anyone to abuse You beat me down, it's just for fun You run and scream and fire your gun You don't care about anyone The tables turn and now you're done This ain't your place You're in my space Get out of my face You're such a waste You keep trying I can tell Just wanna throw me In a cell It's your time, now you are down Your full circle has come around You'll get what you've to me This is the fruit of brutality Me And My Machine Stimulation F*ck stimulation Isolation Americanization Me and my machine We're a part of this nation Sensation F*ck sensation Can't you understand a word I'm saying Sign off, it's for the people Pig society, bleed like a fable Sign off, are you another believer Another bomb, so-called over acheiver Pick at my blisters Silenced to a whisper No one knows how to listen Me and my machine It makes me sick, and Infactuation My creation Can't you see that I'm running out of patience Sign off, it's for the people Pig society, bleed like a fable Sign off, are you another believer Another bomb, another over achiever An antichrist, a bleeding sore Well you can be it But I'm too bored Something Like It Now My daddy was dollar My mother was a chore I'd tear you down again I'd f*c* you like a wh*r* Daddy was a dollar Wrote it on a fence Daddy was a dollar Not worth a hundred cents Mother was a wh*r* I'd scream it again and again She sent me to a school Where honesty's a sin Letdown I've always thought of myself as someone who tries And someone who believes Myself in what I want Lost in folds of what I could be I refuse to believe in a place in the sky They gave me the gift of God But that gift was just a lie Won't you take that cellophane Off of your eyes? I don't want to be the only one who tries I feel your fingers under my skin Imagine the letdown that your life is all a sin I've been building up to this every Night and every day I worked so hard just to believe Then I threw it all away God had hell to spread around He gave a bit to me I wonder, will I be forever Trapped in misery? I'll try to separate what is And isn't true Purify myself through the loss of Innocence of you Once I give you everything You insist I give you more Your love for me has been reduced And I'm nothing but a wh*r* Destroyed I destroyed a part of myself today I was feeling alone and you wouldn't stay I loved you too much and you took it away F*ck you, you can stay the f*ck away Do you hurt the ones you love? Who is the one hurting you? Do you miss the ones you destroy Do you regret the things you do? She attacks a part of me each day Ripping away each word that I say She doesn't care that I feel this way F*ck her, it doesn't matter anyway I've destroyed too much of myself I've destroyed too much of myself I've destroyed too much of myself All lyrics by Katherine. Used under written permission. |
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