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Cannot put on a show, i stagger on thru the town of lonely warriors and two headed beasts. Plauged in ruins, motionless efforts of a silent city. No eyes to see whats going on, but with a bag over my head i kick and rattle to get free. Trapped in a slut city, wastelands and prisoners infatuated with the heights of nirvana i'll never reach. Locked in and screaming my lungs are probably dripping with big blood, blocking the air. Machine gun cries from a sewer girl crawling on all fours, letting the slime drip off. Her eyes so hollow that black holes ring in circles around them, her friend so drugged up that his spider eyes seep venom and caterpillars sleep underneath. I'm only what you made me, you stupid fuck. I've grown from a princess to scum in all of half an hour. Brain stained with subliminal messages to be a queen, everyone wants that pretty little girl. A secret lie that will paralyze, my love is not televised. Don't advertise your lust like a good looking doll. Take me with you when you go down.