The stock is empty in our eyeball store All we got left a few cataracts and sores The faggot mimic machine never had ideas Mission impossible they self destruct on fear
On a standard New York night ghouls go to see their so called stars A fairly stupid thing to pay 5 bucks for a 4th rate imitators
They say, I`m so empty no surface, no depth Oh, please, can I be you your personality`s so great Like new buildings square tall and the same Sorry, Miss Stupid didn`t you know it was a game I`m just waiting for them to hurry up and die It`s really getting to crowed here help me New York stars
Contributions accepted all the same We need new people store remember, we`re very good at games
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