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L O V E D U M P Hand me a line Really hand me a line Really hand me a line Hand me a line Really hand it to me I've always loved you Love dumpling Your shit's like chocolate cake And your ass smells like a rose I really hate you Love dumpling Now my bowels ache Drop down in a line Really hand me a line Really hand me a line Hand me a line Really hand it to me
T H E T R A N C E I S T H E M O T I O N Speed toward hell Shed no tears You don't know me Take my life Steal my tongue To defeat your taste Could never criticize No better then me Better then you It's easier to lie Than to tell the truth You've become the waste that I despise This is the motion of the new revolution The trance is the motion
D E C E M B E R I still feel the cold Of long past days I knew my worth Put in my place It's no surprise I realized some time before December Sun shines through haze I put my thoughts Toward future days It's no surprise I close my eyes And close the door Feeling so old Years pass like days Fastly changing So many ways My eyes perceive Yes I believe in nothing more
P U S H I T Corrosive Tainted by my sin I'm spilling bood And I can't hardly contain it Corrosive Hallowing the hand Stiffened I eat away Eat Eat into the surface Yeah you push it Explosive More violent more violent All consuming throbbing Strait to the circle Explosive Move on reaction I slow it down I slow it Down, down, down, down Yeah you push it I see it, I need it I see it, I need it My mind is corrosive I trip on corrosive I freak See through me My eyes are explosive I feed on it Black out Crucify me Yeah you push it
