The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith the up and coming vendetta, the # vultures' extremes spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me fucking supreme I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land the succulent teenage cunt, tempteth me to exeunt Wish me well, wish me hell...all I ever wanted was a story to tell The absence of goals, the lack of control the absence of aim and the present fame... The absence of goals, the lack of control everyone knows I should be extolled the absence of aim and the present fame everyone would sell their souls to play this game ...it's the game we play...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
