seperate to pieces (Remove filter)
YES, YOU
YES, YOU
Come and get me, show me the insides of my body, what makes me tick…
Cut out my heart and show it beating to me before my very eyes,
remove my brain and cut my belly put inside – funny weight problem!
Cut my hands off and toast my fingers, eat them snitzels
in gravy made from skin on my back.
Put my tattoos on a lampshade to preserve my body art,
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Sunday 18th December 2011 3:51 pm
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