Spin me around again, and rub my eyes.
Get me out of this hell before I'm sucked in.
But you're the beautiful one.
And everyone is painted on, singing scripted songs.
And your seizure-like finger is dead on the trigger.
And then, it's all blown away. With you or us all.
And they had you in their targets.
They're smiling with you in their targets.
Dead Poetic = L O V E.
But you're the beautiful one.
And everyone is painted on, singing scripted songs.
And your seizure-like finger is dead on the trigger.
And then, it's all blown away. With you or us all.
And they had you in their targets.
They're smiling with you in their targets.
Dead Poetic = L O V E.
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