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I say, “My soul is always up for auction,
Shout out a number if you think you want it”
I plan to leave my blood all over this stage
Naked and screaming, will it ev’r be enough?
I became everything I ever wanted
I am everyone’s favorite narcotic
I am the puppet and I pull the strings
I fashioned my bones into something unique
I kill just for the thrill and for the drama
I plan to leave my blood all over this stage
They will never get the stains out of this place
That’s why we do not mess with the Lady Jane
She always has something nastier to say
If I blow my head off, don’t wash out the brains
From my dress. It’s my death; I should get a say
Naked and Screaming, will it ev’r be enough?
I light the matches on my teeth. Bleed for me?
Pretty please? I know the scalpel is scary
But vivisection of the soul is an art
Do it for the spectacle, we’ll remember
Your pain, but not your name, who needs one of those?
I sure don’t. My God does not offer you grace
I wouldn’t ask for mercy; art has none left
Nacked and Screaming, leaving brains on my dress
Blood on the tile, it will nev’r be enough.