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I drift to sleep to see them

Macabre grin

Sliced from ear to ear

What a happy party we make

Sadistic joy

in the games we play

We hesitate to catch our fall

then jump right off

We know what we want

Feed on drugs like sugar pills

Bittersweet, but there's time to kill

Create our own rivers, music and sin

Sliced from ear to ear

Macabre grin

Sometimes fools and sometimes kings

Fool or king, you'll never win

Sometimes the user, sometimes the used

Sometimes Abuser wants to be Abused

Bittersweet, but there's time to kill

It's easy to slip when there's lives to spill

Sliced from ear to ear

Stitched in sin

Sliced from ear to ear

Macabre grin