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Say, say, my playmate -- won't you lay hands on me? Mirror my lady, transfer my tragedy.
Got a curse I cannot lift. Shines when the sunset shifts. When the moon is round and full, gotta bust that box, gotta gut that fish.
My mind's aflame
We could jet in a stolen car, but I bet we wouldn't get too far before the transformation takes and bloodlust tanks and the crave gets slaked.
My mind has changed my body's frame but God, I like it!
My hearts aflame, my body's strained -- but God, I like it!
Charge me your day rate, I'll turn you out in kind. When the moon is round and full, gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your mind! Mongrel mind -- baby doll, I recognize you're a hideous thing inside. If ever there were a lucky kind it's
you.
I know it's strange, another way to get to know you. You'll never know unless we go so let me show you.
I know it's strange, another way to get to know you. We've got 'til noon. Here comes the moon, so let it show you.
Dream me, oh dreamer, down to the floor.
Open my hands and let them weave onto yours.
Feel me, completer, down to my core.
Open my heart and let it bleed onto yours.
Feeding on fever, down on all fours. Show you what all that howl is for!
Hey hey, my playmate! Let me lay waste to thee, burned down their hanging trees.
It's hot here.
Got a curse we cannot lift, shines when the sunshine shifts.
There's a curse comes with a kiss, the bite that binds, the gift that gives.
Now that we got gone for good, writhing under your riding hood, tell your grandma and your mama too -- it's true.
We're howling forever.
 dyejob · Thu Feb 08, 2007 @ 03:43am · 0 Comments |
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