歌词
Craving hands carved in my back
If love was present
I'd make it crack
Cynical tripping from here to there
It'll turn out less painful if
I don't care
Sweetest dearie
Mother Mary ramble, rumble the sanguine stumble
Discipline disciple queen smell the pyre death rate dire
I trance in a cynic snakepit eden
The apple of sin seems so easy to sell
I need no love to define this climax
All I need is pure
Hollywood hell...
Love is dead and hate ruins the set
Eve goes down on the fair
Juliet Date rape dogma and hell supreme
I am the artist that paints the extreme...
Rapping simmer always shimmer scent the quibble always nibble
Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle solve the puzzle
Taste the mire lust, desire rape and struggle finally snuggle...
I trance in a cynic snakepit eden
The apple of sin seems so easy to sell
I need no love to define this climax
All I need is pure
Hollywood hell
Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle...