you cut off all of your fingers
  
 trade them in for dollar bills
  
 cake on some more make-up to
  
 cover up all those lines
  
 wake up and stop shaking
  
 don't you want some of this?
  
 don't you need some of this?
  
 you take but cannot be given
  
 you ride but cannot be ridden
  
 pinch this tiny heart of mine
  
 wrap it up in soiled twine
  
 you never read what you've written
  
 I'll be your lover, i'll be forever
  
 i'll be tomorrow, i am anything when i'm high
  
 don't you want some of this?
  
 don't you need some of this?
  
 you shove your hair down my throat
  
 i feel your fingers in me
  
 tear this bitter fruit to mess
  
 and wrap it in your soiled dress
  
 now you must spit out the seeds
 
  
 (chorus)
  
 all dried up and tied up forever
  
 all fucked up and dead to the world...
wtorek, 20 grudnia 2011
MARILYN MANSON Dried Up, Tied And Dead To The World tekst
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