Paganism

I'm a pop star threat and I'm not dead yet. Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head. Like a dead beat winner I want to be a sinner, an idolized bang for the industry killer. A hideous man that you don't understand. Throw a suicide party and I'm guaranted to fucking snap. It's evilsonic, it's pornoholic, breakdowns, obscenities, it's all I wanna be.

Thirty seconds, sixteen, eight, four, let me tell you why I haven't the slightest, I'm teaching your brightest, they're listening, clamoring, all the money in the world can't buy me. Go ahead - lie to me! Tell me again how you're tortured. I wanna know how you followed your orders so well. You're full of shit, you had a dream, but this ain't it.

If you're five-five-five then I'm six-six-six. What's it like to be a heretic?