Turn me on, my friend Don’t put your fingers on my live wire Push buttons on my breasts Let language stand for sex and lies
Your features turn to grass You’re slipping, sliding, sticking moulds My hardware’s made of clay Come sculpt the new day Bang on the door I can’t hear you at all Hear you at all, hear you at all, hear you at all, hear you at all
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We’re in my home Let’s go get naked, let’s Become splattered Become splattered on Facts or fiction? Your life’s not meaningless but this is Fake blood on the door I can’t hear you at all Hear you at all, hear you at all, hear you at all, hear you at all
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We’re in my home Let’s go get naked, let’s Become splattered Become splattered on Facts or fiction? Your life’s not meaningless but this is Fake blood on the door I can’t hear you at all Hear you at all, hear you at all, hear you at all, hear you at all
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