Hardcore Superstar Wake Up Dead In A Garbagecan
It’s kind of creepy when you’re out of
Control
Lonely, Lonely
You’re like a walking corpse without
A soul
Lonely, Lonely
Why am I not surprised
Born to tell the perfect lie
Oh what a feeling being one of a kind
Lonely
I feel sad I feel sedated
My touch is overrated
Wake up dead in the garbagecan
I got a feeling that I’m in my best
Wake up dead in the garbagecan
I’ll pretend I wake up dead
Give me a moment
Got a story to tell
Hold me
An affectionate boy but he’ll wake up in hell
Hold me
With all your grease and reptile smile
In your grave there aren’t no lies
Oh what a maggot brain
My devil inside
Hold me
