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Born from thought
With neck and bolt
Dead inside
But it's alive
Unleash my chains
You made my brain
Open the door
And say my name
Nameless by nature
Tasteless by choice
Paper representation of Shelley's vile creation
Creature
Monster
Fiend
Wretch
Welcome to the lobby
Excuse the mess
I've made lunch
But I've no time to dress
You might have noticed
The upturned sofas
The broken lampshades
And the bodies in the bag
The bodies in the bag
The bodies in the bag
The bodies in the bag
The bodies in the bag
You might have noticed
The upturned sofas
The broken lampshades
And the bodies in the bag
The bodies in the bag
The bodies in the bag
The bodies in the bag
The bodies in the bag
There's a body in the bag
There's a body in the bag
There's a god damn body in the bag!
There's a body in the bag
I'm done looking through the pane
Electricity coursing through my veins
I'm done cleaning up my mess
Now you all leave
So I can get dressed
I'm done looking through the pain
Electricity coursing through my veins