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Staring at the hall of mannequin dreams

There’s a thought for all of those

Parts strewn across the hall,

Placed artistically on a gurney,

The doctor will take care of you

If he’s not too drunk at the time



There’s a gurney on fire in the ICU

There’s boy with too much eyeliner begging to bleed

In the mental health ward

Feed that kid more morphine while you’re in there.

Rape him too, while you’re at it.



Let’s make some money off of making people miserable

Make them pay a ridiculous amount of money

So they can get molested while under an anesthetic

For a surgery that’s unnecessary

Make them pay for ever bite of ice cream.



life flight the mannequins to the specialist

the frozen desert down by the equator should be a good place for them

make sure they get lots of chanel lip gloss

for those chapped lips of theirs.



glancing down at the bloodstained face

of another upstanding priest and school teacher

down at the equatorial iceland

that stupid coke-addicted model tramped on him

before she found out that he was the one who raped her

so long beforehand.



the mannequins lie down for a little rest

trying to catch some sun

making the bubblegum of their eyeshadows melt

off into the sand castles their lovers had built

just because,

just because.



america loves disaster,

so why am i not the center of attention?

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vamp
15:53 Aug 27 2009

what up i like your alcoholiday righting

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c'mon, think about this for a minute.

the dancing queen genocide took place just the

other day.the way your skin grafted with the pleasure of

a passionless sex,

a drug without a high.



grope the fetus in the womb, scream for mercy, papa.



radio noise and screen tests,

you know how the radio star died.



jigsaw puzzles reflecting the diamonds you stole

yesterday morning.



your lypo didn't work, m'dear, try again tomorrow.



consider, consider,

curiouser, and curiouser

the surrealism checked into the brain of a rotting neko kid

right behind that telemarketer wearking

bloodstained prada shoes.

newspaper wigs and chrome contact lenses.



the way that bomb went off, you'd think that someone died.



violent screaming, lungs full of the cum still floating

around from post prom after parties.

car wrecks screeching from the brakes we shot out last year.



think for a moment,the way your eyes scream lust, you're just another anagram.



Curbstomped male porn stars in the middle of the first snow,

watch the blood run into the gutter, it's the last thing you'll ever see.



shake the way you were meant to,

tremble in the manner of a deep orgasm.

lend me an ear,

we're not all there, but we're all right here.

half our mind stuck in neverland perfection,

scraping the bottom of faux affliction.



send me away from the place of disgust,

take me far from the heartaches and lust,

tell me it's okay when you're not really there,

tell me you love me when you don't really care.



show me the way from the second star to the right,

'cause i don't wanna have to fly back all night.



gimme a super hero, one i can count on,

despite all of what we've agreed upon.



show me the light when it's dark inside,

help me to see what you've been doing besides

me staying up all night, wondering where you've been,

not ever gonna be able to sleep...

never ever again.



send me away from the place of disgust,

take me far from the heartaches and lust,

tell me it's okay when you're not really there,

tell me you love me when you don't really care.



take me away from never ever land.



use me, rape me, hate me, but hold my hand.

even if only for a moment, i'll try to understand.



how much hating me can you really withstand?



send me away from the place of disgust,

take me far from the heartaches and lust,

tell me it's okay when you're not really there,

tell me you love me when you don't really care.

They all think they're so great,

they're fucked up and vain.



We're all just toys of fate,

sitting and waiting; dolls to be played with.



Ashes to ashes,

Go play in the street,

nobody cares about the masses.



Poison by designer jeans,

STDs by choice,

Bisexual parents, pregnant tweens.

Brainwashing-induced comas from all of that techno.



Sex Drugs Rock 'n' roll,

no longer fits the scene,

keep on thinking you'll ever become whole.

You're nothing needed to complete me.



Ashes to ashes,

go play in the street,

nobody cares about the masses.



Can you believe the government,

allows fifteen year olds to get an abortion,

but weed's still illegal?



Dust to dust,

who gives a fuck?