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What do you want of me?
What do you long from me?
A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn, a count, white and drawn
What do you make of me?
What can you take from me?
Pallid landscapes off my frown, let me rip you up and down
For you I came to forsake, lay wide despise and hate
I sing you my demented songs, for you and your stimulations
Take what you can of me, rip what you can off me
And this Ill say to you and hope that it gets through
You worthless *****, you fickle ****
You will spit on me, you will make me spit
And when the
Judas howl arise and like the
Jesus Jews you epitomize
Ill still be here as strong as you and
Ill walk away in spite of you
And Ill walk away
Walk awayWalk away
Walk away...