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People tell me I look like hell Well I am hell I got a torture-chamber orchestra and a delirium hotel I got a hallucination rattlesnake to twist my skills through You're my friend, but I'm gonna kill you. Somebody's got to monitor all this darkness, darkness, darkness Somebody's got to locate the bomb. Dot com. Somebody's got to break out through the night so starless starless Those who would overthrow the status quo Sold like smoke thrown into the sky, gotta cry, gotta cry, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go Target Arab Sheik MK ultra satellite blow up kill the pain, let it rain, let it rain I will disengage your mastery until all your love is blasphemy The I'll break in through you idiocies and twist your desire hideously And when you're the object of complete derision I'll make you a star on television Then if you want fame and it's greatest strength speak to my girl friday the thirteenth Got no background, got no files Come down the cable, Black Hawk, ground zero, no flight zone. All alone, all alone,all alone This is a story which is based on a true story, which is based on a lie Don't jack with me, Sahied! I'm history. Don't jack with me, Lucielle, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone. From Letras Mania