The Great White Wish

(The Word Of Jesus):
"God is a murderer"

I would eat your heart out for my own pleasures,
I'd only love you for you're buried treasures.
I can see death when we are all feel so high,
I'd like to sleep underneath the cocaine sky.

(pre-chorus)
I wish for more white lines,
I wish for three more dicks,
And I wish I was god so I can become greater than him!

(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.

You fiddle around with me like a contrabassoon,
I feel like I only hate you on a full moon.
I'm not mad you, the drugs are mad at you,
You'll find my phylosophy in the carnage stew.

(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.

(Bridge)
This is what I do, Something inside of you.
This is what I feel, It's okay to kill.
This is all the cocaine, Help me kill the pain.

(pre-chorus)
I wish for more white lines,
I wish for three more dicks,
And I wish I was god so I can become greater than him!

(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.

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Don't snow me

it's every fear that you dared to ignore
in a shiny black mercedes and walking up to your door
but if you don't like me anymore then why am i here
i can see millions of voices behind your every sneer

bury me underground
i will not make a sound
you're pushing my teeth in
you're making a scene again
you'll find yourself alone in the end.

it’s every hand that you declined
there's nothing left to do when i am stuck in mine
dropping a heart when it beats out of time
i need my indifference just to survive  

bury me underground
i won't make a sound
you're pushing my teeth in
you're making a scene again
you'll find yourself alone, in the end.

do what it wants and bend till you break
my apathetic face is starting to ache
smiling at the walls proved too much to take
so we took to digging holes instead  

bury me underground
i won't make a sound
you're pushing my teeth in
you're pushing my teeth in
you're making a scene again
you'll find yourself alone, in the end.

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