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Whore is the goddess tonight Anal religion and pissing sacrament art Dance! dance! dance! Dance! dance!... Your body is your bread Breasts will give the milk no more But they you to live on Grow them nice! right on! right on! Till they waste and fade away Many souls are lost in sleep... For a better day! Dance! dance! dance! This place is mean and the smoke blends With sweat Thousands of male pricks Are ready to lunge!!! You are the star! Where i come from I wouldn't dare to bring my worst enemy, Nobody but me Among the skeletons, Ruin and cold hand... I'm too weak to die Have no faith to raise I'm looking for the key Lost it by oversight Million years ago You send me a fleeing smile... I love to see your dance You stretch and shake, shake all over Reflections on the wall I scent you anywhere in this place Why tell me why I smell my mother on you? Can't we stop the time?