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Everyone I see's diseased or broken, holes in their arms they got cocaine eyes
Self mutilation is self surveillance, wanna get to heaven you gotta die
Little Johnny Junk's a subway pilot, he'll knife you in the head for Chinese rock
Catch a falling spike ride a silver rocket, score a body bag deal from the Vietcong
Your meat on a hook in your own snuff movie, tortue loop hallucination nerves spliced
No innoculation from the viral programme, there's spiders in your mouth shoot insecticide
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Here she comes here she comes, she's crawled out of a garbage can
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Here she comes here she comes, she's gonna waste another man
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Ah sick city, gonna to be the death of me
Ah sick city, gonna be my death, gonna be the death of me
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Sick sick city, sick city