SICK MOLLY

Vanity it guides you, and apathy it binds you.
When the heaving of selfishness comes to expound.
Taste the bile from the joys of the night before.
That's got you twisted and writhing on the floor.
Now who can you trust when you cant be found.

Torture is the culture – Narcissistic is the gesture.
Alienation of those that have kept you down.
With the hideous lines upon your face.
Disgusted by what you can't replace.
Now who do you trust when no-ones around.

...You play such twisted fuckin games.
...You live with all this goddamn shame.
...They think that your just insane.**

Compulsion your addiction – Expulsion your affliction.
The abomination of life that has kept you down.
With the insidious lines upon your face.
Disgusted by what you cant replace.
Now who do you trust when you cant be found.


Such a twisted frame sick Molly who's to blame?
Just stay away – Sick Molly hide your shame.
Fuck who's to blame – Sick Molly play your games.
Just stay away – Sick Molly your insane

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