Eat Me, Drink Me

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"In the wasteland on the way to the red queen

It's no wonder our stage clothes have dreams to be famous.

The trees in the courtyard are painted in blood, so I've heard.

SHe hangs the headless upside down to drain.

Eat me, drink me eat me, drink me

This is only a game, this is only a game

I was invited to a beheading today

I thought I was a butterfly next to your flame

A rush of panic and the lock has been raped

This is only a game, this is only a game

But then our star rushes in,

Feeling like a child and looking like a woman

She has been forecast with an attempt to kill herself

But the ending didn't test well

I was invited to a beheading today

I thought I was a butterfly next to your flame

A rush of panic and the lock has been raped

This is only a game, this is only a game

Eat me, drink me eat me, drink me

This is only a game, this is only a game

But then our star rushes in,

Feeling like a child and looking like a woman

She has been forecast with an attempt to kill herself

But the ending didn't test well

So picking my skin and my scales

I see my horror mirrored in the sundown of your blank stare

I see my horror mirrored in the sundown of your blank stare

Eat me, drink me eat me, drink me

This is only a game, this is only a game"

Marilyn Manson