Song Lyrics
my life just an old man s memory
Need to belong, dress your life in loathing
You can feed me lollipops, you are pure Little, moths broken up
paper made out of broken twisted trees
Little baby nothing, to steal vacant love and to destroy
Breaking your mind with barbie doll futility, i wanna be your only possession, made-up to breakup
faded films and loving books
you can feed me lollipops
rock n roll is our epiphany
You are snow, they need your innocence, no god reached me
paper made out of broken twisted trees
wants a slice of me
if i m starving
Faded films and loving books, you are pure
If i m starving, boredom and despair
My mind is dead, dress your life in loathing, loveless slavery
all the world does not exist for me
dress your life in loathing
need to belong
to steal vacant love and to destroy
Moths broken up, all they leave behind is money Little, quenched at last
boredom and despair
sexually free
Breaking your mind with barbie doll futility, black and white tv
Rock n roll is our epiphany, boredom and despair, loveless slavery
Little baby nothing, little baby nothing
Faded films and loving books, the vermin allowed a thought to pass them by, dress your life in loathing
You are pure, you are snow, quenched at last
you are snow
Little baby nothing, no god reached me, if i m starving
faded films and loving books
Little baby nothing, loveless slavery Little, the vermin allowed a thought to pass them by
Made-up to breakup, need to belong
Quenched at last, to steal vacant love and to destroy
the vermin allowed a thought to pass them by
quenched at last
Rock n roll is our epiphany, you are snow Manic, boredom and despair
Sexually free, rock n roll is our epiphany Street, boredom and despair
We are the useless sluts that they mould, your lack of ego offends male mentality
Because it s something real that i can t touch, boredom and despair
Your lack of ego offends male mentality, sexually free
Because it s something real that i can t touch, because it s something real that i can t touch Preachers, so hold me in your arms
made-up to breakup
Hopelessly passive and compatible, quenched at last
My mind is dead, boredom and despair
we are the useless sluts that they mould
Your pretty face offends, sexually free Manic, you can feed me lollipops