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04-02-2009, 08:48 AM
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me *******ed
holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
Lyrics. Faster by the Manic Street Preachers if you're interested.
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