Vanity Fair

You're not human
 You're a miracle
 A preacher with an animal's face
 In your sexy
 Neon smokescreen
 Lie the supersalesmen of vanity
 Even your shadow worships you
 In you jungle solitude
 With the orgies of the sacrament
 And the seal of flagellants
 You know God saves those who save their skin
 From the bondage that we're in
 I'm elated
 I could cut you
 And remove the sheath of your ignorance
 Bless the eunuch
 And the skoptsi
 Will you hurt me now and make a million?
 Say cheese, baby
 We all love you
 It's a cheap world and you don't exist
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 Slit the fabric of the right now
 Spread your legs and wear the crown
 Tell me how long, lord, how long?
 Till I get my beauty sleep?
 Now the hourglass is empty
 The moment of my de-sex-ing
 Cut it
 Cut it
 Cut
 Cut
 Cut
 Cut this cancer from my soul
 Now that I've made it
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 I'm finally naked
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 Yeah I payed it
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 I'm clearly naked