"Confess, confess, confess!"
I've got a ticket to ride excess
I've got a death sentence baby
You know I'm gonna be a success
No more words they seem untrue
No more burials to attend
A final twist or two
And I'll be ready for the end
If you think your purpose lies
Between the bars of memories
Slow decay of magic youth;
Teenage unreality
Mad consolidation of my
Past and future victims
I'm the creator of faces
I've got my praise for the dark
I fill my eyes with the hatred
Bite rotten flies with the sharks
Hang over evil for days then
Make good on all of the lies
And now the door is unbolted
And I'm outta time
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