Jesus Loves Junkies - Stillborn Masterpiece

Androgynous death's head spilled out on the bed
Of all the dreams you've sold yourself
I'll bet you're glad this one is dead
Look at me, I'm the mirror to your disease
Look at me, I'm your unborn masterpiece

Scoop it out, throw it away
Suck it out, throw it away

If you ever regret anything, it won't be getting rid of me

You broke the animal mold
Thank fucking god for your cannibal soul
A suffocating symphony of hypocrite voodoo mind control
But this is what you wanted, this is what you asked him for
Such a simple process to such a little whore

You made your bed, now lie in it
Cradle deathbed, lie in it

If you ever regret anything, it won't be getting rid of me
Almost had a reason

Written by:
Jeff Wambolt

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