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

If you're 555, then I'm 666
If you're 555, I'm 666
(What's it like to be a heretic?)

Everybody's so infatuated
Everybody's so completely sure of what we are
Everybody defamates from miles away
But face to face, they haven't got a thing to say
I bleed for this and I bleed for you
Still you look in my face like I'm somebody new
TOY - nobody wants anything I've got
Which is fine, because you're made of
Everything - I'm - NOT

If you're 555, then I'm 666
If you're 555, I'm 666
(What's it like to be a heretic?)

30 seconds, 16, 8, 4, lemme 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

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