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MADE TO MEASURE
I was born like this, with hips like this
Lips like this and wrists like this
Legs like this and arms like this
A fist like this to hit you with, now
You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
You keep running your mouth
But...you can kiss my ass
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
I got the curves to fear
Got the words to feel
When I scream I've heard them say
I've got the voice to heal
You don't need to be sorry
You don't need to be saved
You just need to be proud of
The body that God gave
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Listen to me say
Yeah
I'm so fat, I'm fucked up
I'm so skinny, I'm sick
I'm tired of the magazines
Talking that bullshit
I'm not fat, you're fucked up
I'm not skinny, you're sick
I'm just tired of the critics
Who keep talking that bullshit
Yeah
I was born like this
With eyes like this
Teeth like this and thighs like this
A face like this, a waist like this
And when I die, I'll die like this, now
You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
You keep running your mouth
But...I just might kick your ass
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Let me hear you say
Yeah
You're so fat, you're fucked up
You're so skinny, you're sick
You're so tired of the magazines
Talking that bullshit
You're not fat or fucked up
You're not skinny or sick
You're just tired of the critics
Who keep talking that bullshit
Now what
Now what
Now what
What you gonna say
Next time you see us
Now what
Now what
Now what
What you gonna say
Next time you see me
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Grotesque
03:08
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GROTESQUE
Lies
You've got the blood on your hands
And got no right to bleed
Your innocence makes me laugh
I don't have what you need
You search for the solution
I know you'll never find
Your faith has left you
With an imitation of Christ
Grotesque, the lowest,
Common denominator
Grotesque, the lowest,
Common denominator
The spirit takes hold of your body
And you cry out
Thrown into convulsions
You're foaming at the mouth
Searching for something sacred
You look but all you find
Is just an imitation
Your God has left behind
Grotesque, the lowest,
Common denominator
Grotesque, the lowest,
Common denominator
Transcending the temporal realm
Thou shalt not bear witness
To those who call themselves poets
Or worship false idols
Never worship false idols
Grotesque, the lowest,
Common denominator
Grotesque, the lowest,
Common denominator
What else could she do
To open their eyes
The blind shall see
The dead shall hear
The dead shall rise
Rise
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Unmanageable
03:53
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UNMANAGEABLE
Pure
Self-contained
I can feel the weight of my body
As my voice strains
Desensitized
From beauty scenes
The enemy is the fear
That falls in between
Insomniac
I sleep awake
Displaced from my unconscious state
Unmanageable
Refuse to break
I talk back
Everyone needs a scapegoat
Someone to throw the rocks at
The standard of comparison
The standard of comparison
The standard of comparison
Stab
My soul is not for sale
I have not forgotten my past
But I will not remove the nails
Force-fed your insecurities
I have bled with no regrets
For what I have said before
Or for what
I plan to say next
The standard of comparison
The standard of comparison
The standard of comparison
Odor of sanctity
is not what you smell on me
Can't make the dirty clean
Control the magazine
Under the influence
I've learned to live with this
So I will be your standard of comparison
The standard of comparison
The standard of comparison
The standard of comparison
Your standard, for comparison
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Sex Junkie
02:58
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SEX JUNKIE
You live your life
Just to let yourself go
You are the lowest
The lowest of low
Beg for me crawl for me
Down on your knees
You're my sex junkie
You'll do as I please
Harder, faster
Harder, faster
Secrets of lust
That you keep in your mind
Victims like you
Are so easy to find
First name is dirt
And your last name is sleaze
You're my sex junkie
You'll do as I please
Harder, faster
Harder, faster
Horny ideas
They they clog up your brain
Destruction vice
Or you'll just go insane
Degrading darkness
You live just for these
You're my sex junkie
You'll do as I please
Harder, faster
Harder, faster
Two hundred million bodies sold
You come walking
Through the night
Your flesh is hot
You cringe with fright
You perspire through your clothes
Your thing it grows
And grows and grows
Sex hormones dropped
From out of the sky
Millions orgasm
Until they die
Squirming flesh
You beg for more
You live for sex
There is no more
Eat me
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