Tekster:
Jack Off Jill Sexless Demons And Scars

I'd rather be creepy... and very strange give me a cake that I can mix and bake in a betty crocker oven that I will break bake it up and we will stab

own everything in your sight in your sight now Possess that special feature That everything you say and do is right Come on now, come on now And everyone

Now that I'm a monster Paranoid media-frenzy tells me I'm ok... You call, and I'll answer, Make me understand How I have to hate you That's quite ok You call, and I'll answer You ask, and

out your eyes Take my advice Blinded by fear, Sugar and spice We are all candy, covered on the outside, Peel away the shell, and we're frightened on

play the guitar he may not be an actor, but he's a pussy super star my cat isn't crazy, he's everything to me my cat burns the bible and he thinks it'

super hated, super sarcastic, super sedated, the super sadist.. keeps his hands in his mouth that's gold plated hates himself more and more, cause he

We are desensitized Television did not break me Been broke since I was born I'm breaking up with you We are desensitized Shove comfort up my nose I feel

Wash off those scabs dear or fingernail pick them clean Pray to all your long lost demons and justify your means Devil has a new shape Devil has a new

be I'd rather be creepy and very strange Give me a cake that I can mix and bake In a Betty Crocker oven that I will break Bake it up and we will Stab