Pablo Natario

[SPONSOR] [Dita:] I d fuck you because you are famous I d fuck you for your money I d fuck […]

I put a spell on you because you re mine I can t stand the things that you do No,

Look at me now Got no religion Look at me now I m so vacant Look at me now I

He is the angel with the scabbed wings, hard-drug face, wanna powder his nose he will deflower the freshest crop

I don t wanna know your name An I, could have your private number, baby All I know is that

I kill myself in small amounts In each relationship it s not about love. Just another funeral and only just

You walked into the party Like you were walking onto a yacht Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your

We were neurophobic and perfect The day that we lost our souls Maybe we weren t so human But If

We have no future heaven wasn t made for me we burn ourselves to hell as fast as it can

There was Christ in the metal shell there was blood on the pavement The camera will make you god that

Your world is an ashtray we burn and coil like cigarettes the more you cry your ashes turn to mud

I am so all american i d sell you suicide I am totalitarian i ve got abortion in my eyes