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Stroke

You want me
You want me
Want me to stroke your ego
Beg for it
Die for it mmm
I got the touch placebo
Nothing that you wouldn't do
Lie to get back in my room
'Cause that's what narcissists do
You want me
You want me
Want me to stroke
 
Say it's hard to breathe inside my ocean
I give you the deep but your still floating
You would let me drown to save your own life
Don't think I can't see your soul is soaking
 
It's always in my head
Everything is always about you
You tell me you're a book that I misread
You just wanna tell me what to do
 
You want me
You want me
Want me to stroke your ego
Beg for it
Die for it mmm
I got the touch placebo
Nothing that you wouldn't do
Lie to get back in my room
'Cause that's what narcissists do
You want me
You want me
Want me to stroke
 
Gather all your money make a symphony
I looked it over and the thing got steeper
And even though you wanted me sweet you could call me savory
You're treading water and the thing got deeper
 
It's always in my head
Everything is always about you
(You used to get it on the low)
You tell me you're a book that I misread
(You always said I was your type)
(You said you got it down below)
You just wanna tell me what to do
(You wanna give it to me right)
 
Tell me you're so good at it
Good at it
You say you don't wanna quit
And you
You say you won't run out of love
Out of love
Say you got enough of it for two
I'm ended up
You been invited
You been telling me - now I'm afraid
You running up to the table invited
You want a taste of my own lemonade
 
You want me
You want me
Want me to stroke your ego
Beg for it
Die for it mmm
I got the touch placebo
Nothing that you wouldn't do
Lie to get back in my room
'Cause that's what narcissists do
You want me
You want me
Want me to stroke
 

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For Your Vulgar Delectation

Welcome with a stench of misadventure
Libertine and sibling things a grim
Slither forth through the gateway's hissing denture
 
The moon, one up on the chateau battlements
Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la
This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia
Come join this hive of masqueraders
 
This eve is pure and pagan
Its teeth are in the past
Dark royalties of ancient caste
Feast in splendour
 
For your vulgar delectation
 
Decreed
That hunger shall be sated by the dawn
 
In marble ballrooms of delight
The erotic and the wicked dance alike
Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful
 
The cellars smelt abrim
With cracked wine and racked women
Are spiced for even Marquis appetites
Screams an aphrodisiac
For the blackest ever nightfall
 
Lords, heed the call
 
Vast boudoirs here
Are mastered by the minatory
Walls plastered with the base relief
Of baser glories
 
Ma Cherie Debauchery
Deflower of my life untie their bonds
And push these fantasies
To ever greater stories
 
For your vulgar delectation
 
Inhibit nothing, run free
Loose sore cauteries before me
Ripped, prolific scars
Are titbits on which to feed
 
The heathen hour strikes
Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul
As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers
Hell comes crawling
 
This eve is pure and pagan
Its teeth are in the past
Let the cream of sinners learn at last
 
For your vulgar delectation
 
Decreed
That hunger shall be sated by the dawn
 
Dawn... burning, aghast
 
With the judgment that we spend upon the evil
We feed eternal hungriness
Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral
 
For your vulgar delectation
 
Decreed
That horrors shall be waited on the ones
Who crave sin's innovations
 

Up

It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning
She's running magical circles around my head
I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving
She turns to kiss me, I crash back into bed
Across the street on a grayed out Monday
I see the girl with the eyes I can't describe
And suddenly it's a perfect Sunday
And everything is more real than life

I think I'm back in the dream
I think I'm back on the ceiling
It's such a beautiful feeling
Going up
She lights me up
She breaks me up
She lifts me up

You find a mystery bound in perfection
You've got to read, but you don't wanna reach the end
Cause what if everything beautiful's fiction
And this reality's just pretend?

And then I'm back in the dream
I'm looking up at the ceiling
It's such a beautiful feeling

Going up
She lights me up
She breaks me up
She lifts me up

Up to the stars she shows me
Dame Street, George's Street, miles below me
Up where the world won't let us down
(Na, na, na, na)

Going up
(It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning)
She lights me up
(She's running magical circles around my head)
She breaks me up
(I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving)
She lifts me up

Der realistische Maler

'Treu die Natur und ganz!' - Wie fängt er′s an:
Wann wäre je Natur im Bilde abgetan?
Unendlich ist das kleinste Stück der Welt! -
Er malt zuletzt davon, was ihm gefällt.
Und was gefällt ihm? Was er malen kann!
 

Sesame Syrup

[Verse 1]
Staring at your Kate Moss shower curtain
Lying on the bathroom floor naked
Hiding coke inside all your orange pixie sticks
You take a rail & spread it on your tit
 
[Pre-Chrous]
You’ve had a long list of lovers,
But none of them matter to you except me
I’ve had a long list of lovers,
But none of them matter to me except you
 
[Chrous]
Sesame syrup
I heard it a long time ago
Sesame syrup
I heard it a long time ago
 
[Verse 2]
There’s a small black notebook that you keep hidden underneath your bed
I’ve seen before
It says every dirty thing that you did with every single boy
You’ve ever been with
 
[Pre-Chrous]
You’ve had a long list of lovers,
But none of them matter to you except me
I’ve had a long list of lovers,
But none of them matter to me except you
 
[Chrous]
Sesame syrup
I heard it a long time ago
Sesame syrup
I heard it a long time ago
 
[Bridge]
And we fall asleep to the scent
Asleep to the scent of long stemmed roses
Always dreaming of sex
Dreaming of sex on the ceiling
 
[Chrous]
Sesame syrup
I heard it a long time ago
Sesame syrup
I heard it a long time ago