S.T.A.L.I.N. - California

Help? That's your word babe
I joyously look forward to the next syllable
Prayer? That's atonement tramp
And this existence is evaporating
There's one being aware
Hedonism sings
And few things measure to ravaging babe
But goddamn the partial sunburns, sunburns
I'm just a little prick

Help's coming girlie in the form of mother
That vast emptiness in your head is filled
We'll find another, of this I can promise
We devour little gems like you

You know you're divine, though not kind chair
We suck on Napa red wine
It takes some kind of erosion
To see into my state of mind

Stunts? I was never one to compliment a monument of fraudulency
But we erroneously labeled you as a good fuck
Masque's? Where's your masque, whore?
When did we order a personality?
There's one being aware
Hedonism sings
And few things measure to ravaging babe
But goddamn the partial sunburns, sunburns
I'm just a little prick

You know you're divine, though not kind chair
We suck on Napa red wine
It takes some kind of erosion
To see into my state of mind
You know you're divine, though not kind, tramp
We suck on Napa red wine
It takes some kind of erosion
To see into my state of mind

You are all life life under a microscope, you are honey
While your crutches desert you, you're made to sing celebratory songs
I made a wonderful brew, Chifir will take you home

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