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  • Can I suggest you:
    Get ******
    While you lie about child-molesting gropes
    And parkbench flashers and pervert creeps
    And anal virginity and polaroid snaps
    And verbal abuse and bathroom rapes
    I don't know how well you can:
    Remember your own pointless glue-sniffing adolescence
    That fumbling floppy ***
    In between fags
    Those pathetic fistfights
    All those pathetic petty thefts
    And this and that and this and that and this and that
    And every other ******* Adidas-clich'd cringe
    Can I suggest you:
    Pose
    While you take another frantic glance at your shopwindow reflection
    Ensuring the stinking lie is maintained
    Because that's the difference between you
    Yes, that's the difference between you
    You'll let a leering scumbag beerdrinking rat
    Raise your nostrils for a close-up smell
    Of fingertip nicotine and animal fat
    And force an open dead mouth
    Lap up ounces of semichem sweat
    So can you feel that:
    Would be a truly truly disgusting thing?
    And that's the difference between me
    I'll open the package
    I'll watch the show
    I'll enjoy perfectly well-made art
    I'll get in line behind stupidity
    I'll let you lie through your teeth
    I'll make you feel special
    I'll not pick out the mistakes in public
    I'll just put it down to passion
    And feigned memory lapse
    What did you want to be when you grow up?
    Certainly not raped
    That's the difference between you
    A drunk? A drug addict
    A motherly protector of the young?
    Another bed-staining cunt?
    A child molestor that needs to be told?
    Or just a craven lust-driven artist
    Channelling confusion and fear
    Into a sickly limp repetitive craft
    Yes, that's the difference between you
    You'll act late and surprised
    You say you loved ***?
    You'll love being hated for the act
    The filthier the abuse and the desperate underage details
    The fatter the payback
    So rather than just listen
    Be altered by what's been said
    Now that's the difference between me
    I'll show you emotional truth
    I'll show you the ******* source
    I'll show you yet another ******* liar
    And this is for the you
    I'll show you that something that makes you:
    Feel different
    Feel special
    I'll give you:
    Thoughts
    Images
    Sounds
    I'll give the you something
    Even more interesting than the last one
    And I'll tell you why it's the best one yet
    And then you can look back on it all
    And say:
    This is the best thing that ever happened to me
    And see:
    Why you never became a dancer
  • Can I suggest you:
    Get ******
    While you lie about child-molesting gropes
    And parkbench flashers and pervert creeps
    And anal virginity and polaroid snaps
    And verbal abuse and bathroom rapes
    I don't know how well you can:
    Remember your own pointless glue-sniffing adolescence
    That fumbling floppy ***
    In between fags
    Those pathetic fistfights
    All those pathetic petty thefts
    And this and that and this and that and this and that
    And every other ******* Adidas-clich'd cringe
    Can I suggest you:
    Pose
    While you take another frantic glance at your shopwindow reflection
    Ensuring the stinking lie is maintained
    Because that's the difference between you
    Yes, that's the difference between you
    You'll let a leering scumbag beerdrinking rat
    Raise your nostrils for a close-up smell
    Of fingertip nicotine and animal fat
    And force an open dead mouth
    Lap up ounces of semichem sweat
    So can you feel that:
    Would be a truly truly disgusting thing?
    And that's the difference between me
    I'll open the package
    I'll watch the show
    I'll enjoy perfectly well-made art
    I'll get in line behind stupidity
    I'll let you lie through your teeth
    I'll make you feel special
    I'll not pick out the mistakes in public
    I'll just put it down to passion
    And feigned memory lapse
    What did you want to be when you grow up?
    Certainly not raped
    That's the difference between you
    A drunk? A drug addict
    A motherly protector of the young?
    Another bed-staining cunt?
    A child molestor that needs to be told?
    Or just a craven lust-driven artist
    Channelling confusion and fear
    Into a sickly limp repetitive craft
    Yes, that's the difference between you
    You'll act late and surprised
    You say you loved ***?
    You'll love being hated for the act
    The filthier the abuse and the desperate underage details
    The fatter the payback
    So rather than just listen
    Be altered by what's been said
    Now that's the difference between me
    I'll show you emotional truth
    I'll show you the ******* source
    I'll show you yet another ******* liar
    And this is for the you
    I'll show you that something that makes you:
    Feel different
    Feel special
    I'll give you:
    Thoughts
    Images
    Sounds
    I'll give the you something
    Even more interesting than the last one
    And I'll tell you why it's the best one yet
    And then you can look back on it all
    And say:
    This is the best thing that ever happened to me
    And see:
    Why you never became a dancer