Plug me in if you really want to charge my bones
Talk to me like that I'll be your favorite clone
I'm a meat bag, I'm a virus, I'm the antidote
I'm the goddess that you pray to
I'm the savior of your soul
Wrap my broken body in pure silicone
Send me down the wire of your telephone
Now make me up and dress me up
There's plenty to atone for
But we are all just gods made of flesh and bone
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We are the neon prophets that they bow before
We are the patron saints of the andro-whores
So strap your guns my carbon fiber baby doll
We are all that they can dream of and then so much more
I've seen my pale reflection in the latex of your dress
Each body that you take I seem to like less
So pack it up and dress it up
There's cameras to impress
Let's douse ourselves in gasoline
Let's show them how were blessed
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