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Locracy
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Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Slut
I tell you it is a shame How they've achieved the fame Why they are known so well I'd like them to rot in hell
Charisma, it's overrated you need Sex appeal, so artificial and a Company, to advertise you for the Compensation, of your lack of Talent
Enhance your Boobies size, they have to wobble and your Lips so full, show us your fish mouth get some Plastic hair, so natural blonde and get your Body waxed, 'cause hair's not here for pussies
The story of the ugly duckling, turned into a nightmare of Constant scalpel penetration and the “search for beauty” desperation Stars created on the paper, sick perversions of themselves Their self-chosen aberration, exploited beyond mutilation
Sexual arousal is the key ingredient to get the boner-vote to lead you to the fame So rub that pussy right into the camera and shake that bootie for the teenage boys But fake to be so prude and faithful to satisfy your Christian fans Create that insane schizophrenic struggle for public acceptance
Whore … to the fame … a live … suppressing shame … for what … you turned into … an erotic slave … to the hormones of those horny boys
Crawling Age, your enemy, fighting Time, it's unwinnable, so you Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Break, slowly apart, you will End, in shameful isolation
Cry for suicide Cry for suicide Long gone is your pride You've been dead for a long time
Look back on life and try to recognize who you once were Look into a mirror and find a glimpse of your reality Scream in total devastation you earned it good you stupid cunt There shall be no pity for you, now end that ugly travesty - that's you
Gone, no one noticed, all that's Left, some nude pictures, for the Boys, to jerk off to, they don't Bother, who you were Your rotting corpse Will be gone; but not the Plastic, you put inside you, or the Fake Hair, it's not degradable, your Coffin, will be filled with plastic
The cycle is constantly running, the next slut is waiting in line To be formed to the sexy mutant, no talent but her rack is fine The horror show called entertainment, the gears of fame that mangle hard Pride and confidence erased, deserved by them who crave to be a part
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