Marilyn Manson - Dried Up, Tied And Dead To The World
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you cut off all of your fingers trade them in for dollar bills cake
on some more make-up to cover up all those lines wake up and stop shaking
don't you want some of this?don't you need some of this?you take but cannot
be given you ride but cannot be ridden pinch this tiny heart of mine wrap
it up in soiled twine you never read what you've written I'll be your lover,
i'll be forever i'll be tomorrow, i am anything when i'm high don't you
want some of this?don't you need some of this?you shove your hair down
my throat I feel your fingers in me tear this bitter fruit to mess and
wrap it in your soiled dress now you must spit out the seeds(chorus)all
dried up and tied up for ever all fucked up and dead to the world...