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Perfect Disease
You are the fiberglass in my heart
An itch that can't be scratched
The ashes of my cigarette
Like a slow morphine drip
You are the splinter in my mind
My body is alwyas wanting
All used up and useless
Piece by piece perfection
You are the nails inside my soul
Deep down to the finger tips
Tear at my sweet perfection
Be my dirty, diseased needle
Sounds like something you love to hate... ;)