Craving hands carved in my back

If love was present

I'd make it crack

Cynical tripping from here to there

It'll turn out less painful if

I don't care

Sweetest dearie

Mother Mary ramble rumble the sanguine stumble

Discipline disciple queen smell the pyre death rate dire

I trance in a cynic snakepit eden

The apple of sin seems so easy to sell

I need no love to define this climax

All I need is pure

Hollywood hell

Love is dead and hate ruins the set

Eve goes down on the fair

Juliet Date rape dogma and hell supreme

I am the artist that paints the extreme

Rapping simmer always shimmer scent the quibble always nibble

Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle solve the puzzle

Taste the mire lust desire rape and struggle finally snuggle

I trance in a cynic snakepit eden

The apple of sin seems so easy to sell

I need no love to define this climax

All I need is pure

Hollywood hell

Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle solve the puzzle