The stock is empty in our eyeball store All we got left, a few cataracts and sores The faggot mimic machine never had an ides Mission impossible, they self destruct on fear On a standard N.Y. night ghouls go to see their so called `stars` A fairly stupid thing, to pay five bucks for a 4th rate imitation They say:` I`m so empty, no surface, no depth Oh please, can`t 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 N.Y. stars Contributions accepted all the same We need new people store Remember, we`re very good at games
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