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You don´t actually care
You don´t actually care
You don´t actually care
Love for you is no beginning
You´re not really there 
Hallucination


I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination


I understand you think you´re above it
The adolescent sense of the sky
The feeling of billowing heartbeats
The fingertips run through your hair


They run through your hair
Hallucination
Hallucination


Oh you think you´re so special
That there´s no law meant for you
You come and go like the godness you are
We´re mere mortals below
Fingertips run through your hair
We are mere mortals below


Are meant to be peons
Are meant to be servants
Are meant to be dismissable objects
One fucks with
One fucks with


Poor pitiful creature
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy


An idiot´s idiocy
My, my, my caring for you
Caring for you
Do you think we´re a book
Some kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when you´re able
Red star of idiocy
An idiot´s idiocy
My caring for you
Poor pitiful creature


To notice the pining
The self deprivation 
The self flagellation of you
Dear worshippers


We do like you regal
We do like you haughty
We do love to look upon your perfect body


The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
The taste of your vulva and everything on it


We all really love you
And you have no meaning
You don´t even see us
You were never caring


You go do what you do
You do it for you
No one exist with you
You´re way above caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take 
Because waiting for you
Thinking of you 
Is another way of dying
Is another way of dying


I´m clawing your chest
´Til your collarbone bleeds 
Piercing your nipples ´til I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
Way above caring
Way above caring
And your Kotex Jukebox
Your Kotex Jukebox


I´m doomed, I´m swearing
Waiting for you
In your high heels and nightie
Your leather dress squeaking
Latex now sweating, waiting for you
In your tincture


Your opium white bathrobe 
Your white tiles run red now
Are we both dead now?


The liquid exchange of our heart
The liquid exchange of our heart
Are we both dead now?


You´re way above caring
Your heart on your sleeve 
A red star of idiocy 
An idiot´s idiocy


My caring 
My caring for you
My caring for you
You´re way bayond caring
Your heart on your sleeve 
A red star of idiocy
An idiot´s idiocy


My caring for you
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring


Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you 
Because thinking of you
Is another way of dying


You´re way above caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
You poor pitiful creature
The mistake of feeling
The one who rejects you is the winner it´s true
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot´s idiocy
Your heart on your fucking sleeve
My caring for you
We were meant to be peons
We´re meant to be peons
Mere mortals below
Meant to be servants


Meant to be dismissable objects
One fucks with 
Oh, oh, oh you´re so special
No law meant for you
You come and go like the godness you are


The fingertips run through your hair
A billowing heart beats 
Feeling
Feeling
Ah, ah, ah what a glorious feeling
To be so rejected
So rejected


An idiot´s idiocy
My caring for you
You think I´m a book or a table 
You can rest your fucking feet on
When you´re able


The taste of your vulva
Everything on it
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
We do love you
To look upon your perfect body
We love you regal
We love you haughty
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Caring


Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oh my dear


Oblivious to caring


Are we really dead now?
Are we both dead now?

					

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