ll join the army, the salvation army But it didn't help Don't ask me why, but don't ask me why I joined the army, but it drove me barmy And it didn't help Hideous
I've built my little castle, Based on apathy. And now I'm truly armed, Against insecurity. Stone cold thoughts, Behind a grieving mask, Furious eyes,
you're so hideous you're not one of us i really pity you and i don't want you it's so hard to face you're face every time i look at you i feel disgrace
All your marsupial annotations That you carry around may ring Through their ears But to us make no sound. We never asked you to squat On our intricacies
Hideous Reproduction I Need to Serve my function Hormornal Explosion is Present Ejaculation is imminent Ancient Sexual instinct clouding my head-I Can
Suddenly facial remains everywhere Perpetual disfigurement that I'll have to bear My hideous infirmity Brings disgust to their faces Destined to have
Those tire tracks Zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets The wincing relatives...
Broken hide, torn back skin Drown in blood and pain Mangled, malignity Innards manifest Tendons, peel back Carnage ripped Muscles flap, nerve ends shriek
Oh, that I could scream And the world would stop and listen And these scars Please try to speak in volumes But who has, ears to hear Or eyes to see Again
it's ever known, Striking, fighting this vicious monster, The spirit of the Zuni tribe lives on in battle lust, It's here and there and everywhere and all so hideous
[lyrics: John, Dave...92 music: John...92] Hideous Reproduction I Need to Serve my function Hormornal Explosion is Present Ejaculation is imminent Ancient
have no remorse For the human race Soon it will be over Your life belongs to no one Corses fill the street As you are begging for forgivness God?s hideoues
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[music Fasciana / lyrics Blachowicz] Broken hide, torn back skin Drown in blood and pain Mangled, malignity Innards manifest Tendons, peel back Carnage
Oh, that I could scream And the world would stop and listen And these scars could speak in volumes But who has ears to hear Or eyes to see Again I scream
