Tonight the cinema's the treatment clinic where the perverts seek the cure.
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Show me the rape scene one more time for the cause. And I promise we'll
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behave like perfect christians. We'll sing the glory of the gospel for some
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whiskey and a skin flick. Hallelujah. All rise. Hallow be my name. In this
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kingdom we came without calling. Hallelujah. The violence and the choir, the
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virgin and the fire. Up to her neck in tongues. Lovely, so lovely is Ludwig
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Van. Electronic sonata pumped through the mud of one a night stand. The saints
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in regalia whistling while they rape. Lid clamps in vitamins. Lift up her
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skirt and I'll be cured, like a junkie with a methadone addiction thinks
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he's clean. I'll be cured. I'll be cured. Sit down and watch closely. All these whores have
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conceded the war. She said, "you might be sick, but you feel alright to me."
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That's enough. Turn it off. I promise I'm better now. It's too much. Healed at the horror show.
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Pornogratheraphy
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Every Time I Die |