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The grotesque tends to grow like a fungus, From the depths of the living heart Crawlin' from inside us You can call to the angels but they lied Baby Judas Had a star too, Betelgeuse Jesus couldn't hide. She's a girl She can take you anywhere She's a girl She can make you anything Adam was bad boy, God's middle finger Had a black leather fetish And his first lover lingered He would sneak out and **** her in the night Little ignorant Cause she's same woman, whatcha think, whatcha figure? She's a girl She can take you anywhere She's a girl She can make you anything She's a girl, she's got jet black wings Psychedelic, she will manifest your mind. Grotesque, here comes the grotesque Grotesque, here comes the grotesque Growtesque, here comes the world again You're a mutant fungus, You were born grotesque.
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Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
The Grotesque
The grotesque tends to grow like a fungus, From the depths of the living heart Crawlin' from inside us You can call to the angels but they lied Baby Judas Had a star too, Betelgeuse Jesus couldn't hide. She's a girl She can take you anywhere She's a girl She can make you anything Adam was bad boy, God's middle finger Had a black leather fetish And his first lover lingered He would sneak out and **** her in the night Little ignorant Cause she's same woman, whatcha think, whatcha figure? She's a girl She can take you anywhere She's a girl She can make you anything She's a girl, she's got jet black wings Psychedelic, she will manifest your mind. Grotesque, here comes the grotesque Grotesque, here comes the grotesque Growtesque, here comes the world again You're a mutant fungus, You were born grotesque.
inspired by Marilyn Manson, can't hide that.
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Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
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