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Welcome to Hollywood whore.

Wake up in Hollywood whore.

My dance has passed.

Combine the throb within the head

with the rhythm of the feet.

Say a novena for all those lost

and read the bloodstains on the sheets.

I've whored myself for less than this

and I've prayed to appear to fed.

As I knelt on my pillow God,

I clenched my fists and banged my head.

Who could ever take the place of me?

How I kiss up to God my fists

and I pray to keep my head

though I like your pretty eyes better blackened

and my fists all red.

Through sickness and health

I've kissed up to God two years.

I have focused on the cameos made by the tiger

in the valley of the locust.

Wipe it off you mouth.

Get up off your knees

and make me your god.

It's sexual debauchery.

You cost what you're worth.

Followed by a boy like this.

Re-ignited by all your visits.

As long as your mouth is shut

You'll still be beautiful.

Pack your shit and leave and take my memories of her with you.

Pack your shit and leave and take my memories of her with you.

Pack your shit and leave and take my memories of her with you.

Pack your shit and leave and take my memories of her with you.

Pack your shit and leave and take my memories of her with you.

Pack your shit and leave and take my memories of her with you.

Pack your shit and leave and take my memories of her with you.

Pack your shit and leave and take my memories of her with you.

Pack your shit and leave and take my memories of her with you.

Pack your shit and leave and take her fucking with you