Prescribe me: corrupt me...
Put your guns in my hands...
Prescribe me: corrupt me...
In the hands of the young...
Of the YOOOOOUUUUNG
Let's kill...
Let's die...
We're all equal tonight...
Let's kill...
Let's die...
We're all equal TONIIIIIGHT...
Prescribe me:
I don't want to feel
What is happening.
I don't want to know
What I see,
Please don't let me cope alone,
Joystick revolution move me.
It's all a dream...
Redneck lord, you still soothe me...
Behind your black tie revolution,
This is just a PARTEEYYYYYY...
Become the whore...
Please drug the young...
Follow the gods, for sex and greed bring the smiles...
The rich, sexy smiles that blow the minds of every goddamn male pig out there...
We all just want to fuck...
What is love, the idea of love...
Corpse play, traditional/marriage: we don't have to take this serious...
Have you seen the cities... have you seen the images...
YEEEAAAAHH
We have to be you.
We have to be
You
2005 welcome to perfection...
Prescribe me, indulge me...
You have won. [2x]
Writer(s): Thomas Giles Rogers, Paul Andrew Waggoner, Cartland Blake Richardson, Robert Dustin Waring, Daniel Hanford Briggs
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