The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate
well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith
the up and coming vendetta, the # vultures' extremes
spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me f*cking supreme
I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land
the succulent teenage c*nt, tempteth me to exeunt
Wish me well, wish me hell...all I ever wanted was a story to tell
The absence of goals, the lack of control
the absence of aim and the present fame...
The absence of goals, the lack of control
everyone knows I should be extolled
the absence of aim and the present fame
everyone would sell their souls to play this game
...it's the game we play...
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The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate
well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith
the up and coming vendetta, the # vultures' extremes
spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me f*cking supreme
I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land
the succulent teenage c*nt, tempteth me to exeunt
Wish me well, wish me hell...all I ever wanted was a story to tell
The absence of goals, the lack of control
the absence of aim and the present fame...
The absence of goals, the lack of control
everyone knows I should be extolled
the absence of aim and the present fame
everyone would sell their souls to play this game
...it's the game we play...
well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith
the up and coming vendetta, the # vultures' extremes
spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me f*cking supreme
I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land
the succulent teenage c*nt, tempteth me to exeunt
Wish me well, wish me hell...all I ever wanted was a story to tell
The absence of goals, the lack of control
the absence of aim and the present fame...
The absence of goals, the lack of control
everyone knows I should be extolled
the absence of aim and the present fame
everyone would sell their souls to play this game
...it's the game we play...