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    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 goddess 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 dismissible 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 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 exists 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 beyond 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 fuckin' 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 dismissible objects one fucks with
    Oh, oh, oh you're so special
    No law meant for you
    You come and go like the goddess you are

    The fingertips run through your hair
    A billowing heart beats
    Feeling
    Feeling
    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 fuckin' 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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