

The Man in the Iron MaskA real man with plastic arms, Wire hair that shines with charms,The Man in the Iron Mask
Fingers made from ice and steel, A head of wooden cogs and wheels,
Legs composed of electrical cords, His feet are nought but powerboards,
A body built from molten brick, Blood flows through his rubber dick,
Nasty thoughts run through his head, Of men made out of gingerbread,
The poor little man who cannot feel, Yet in every sense he is still real.


Facist LaxativesI wear all my loyalty, Like a crown of chairs, A catacomb of stares, From anorexic royalty,Facist Laxatives
I'm from the jar of red, Beneath the jar of blue, I stole the jar of you, And you've forgotten all I said,
Listless blistered sister's list, Management has taken hold, Gamete stole and sold my soul Lost in pink flesh flavoured mist,


For My Adoring PublicI used to wonder how it got like this, Through a devil's cruelest mercy, I believe you made me this, Your soul bleeds and I am thirsty,For My Adoring Public
"I created you and I'm betrayed" That frightened, tired cliche, I will see your debts repayed, Blood and bone will do, we say,
The ego's thoughts have lost you here, Where Hell doth meet the Earth, Farewell all that which you hold dear, Kiss the shit that you are worth,


Trust Not LightThere's something final in the air, This feeling's not quite right, As the clock ticks loudly on the wall, I feel it's time to die tonight,Trust Not Light
The candle in the kitchen burns, It's light is sick and hollow, I take the pistol from the drawer, And laugh at what's to follow,
There's no-one left to stop me now, They were all inside my head, Here nothing can exist with me, Here everything is dead,
The barrel slides into my mouth, Like a body down a well, I clasp the bloodied child's corpse, And blow myself to Hell.
I love you pretty.
You need a better favourite photographer.
Love your interests
I love you
Lots
Hope you had a fun filled day, chaz ditched me!
I think your crazy but i do it by taking way to many photos
Love you
but hello from me
I think it is good
Dont get a life
stay sending me stuff
I love you
But still scary
Love you darl sweet dreams
How are you kiddo?
Love love
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