I am the savior in the brothel, I'm the saint trading in souls,
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Christ on a Harley at full throttle, Bottled angel to be sold.
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I hide in corners of the church, the shadowed pieces of the cross,
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The flock dressed in their Sunday clothes,
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I seek to cleanse them with them off.
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I hold the keys to temp and spit, I know the secrets they don't tell,
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I bleed stigmata in the pit, I find the humor deep in hell.
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I am tomorrow without fear, I am the past you will regret,
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I make you think the end is near,
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Cause I know how it gets you wet.
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I am what frightens you to sleep,
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I am the only hope you've got,
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Scream the praise your hole to keep,
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Deliver you from all this rot.
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And as the curtains close this chapter,
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as the century winds down,
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Maybe you'll learn from all my laughter,
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Learn to swim or fucking drown.
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Cause maybe this is what it takes,
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Perhaps you'll learn from my mistakes,
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The contradiction that makes sense,
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Nail me up this time I won't flinch.
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I crawl the nightlife as I bless, I pay the whores double their price,
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I scurry gladly through this mess, I am the artificial light.
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I bring the hope to those who bet,
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Their lives for fame and fortunes tongue,
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I am the shit that you inject, I'm beautiful, rich, smart and hung.
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I lie I cry, I lead astray, I have control over your fate,
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I live for getting in the way, I love to taunt and agitate.
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I'll never stop, I'll never change, eternally, I still exist,
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I'm sick and sexually deranged,
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Still when I'm gone, I'm always missed.
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I live in blood sweat tears and come,
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I'm made of sickness made of death,
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I am the leach that sucks you numb,
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I am the pussy on your breath.
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I am the lines the information, the redemption in the wire,
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The thought behind the masturbation, I'm the energy the fire.
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I am what frightens you to sleep,
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I am the only hope you've got,
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Scream the praise your hole to keep,
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Deliver you from all this rot.
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And as the curtains close this chapter,
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as the century winds down,
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Maybe you'll learn from all my laughter,
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Learn to swim or fucking drown.
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Cause maybe this is what it takes,
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Perhaps you'll learn from my mistakes,
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The contradiction that makes sense,
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Nail me up this time I won't flinch.
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Technochrist
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Luxt |