American Head Charge – Pretty Face (from Trepanation)

play your games with my limp joints,
idolise this wet paper skin,
listen to the cast preach your life,
and infest you with disease;
dress me up in a three-piece tourniquet,
fuck and get under the scabs,
never trust what you cannot kill,
and pretend that she respects you...

pursuit of liberty,
drags you across this country,
this cunt, bleeding,
to the litterbug me,
the cord it stretches, cut it only so far,
before it snaps back, giving us relief...

it's just a matter of time...
it's just a matter of time...
so come on now and hurt yourself,
far from home, with no-one's help...
we will be waiting...

his eyes can't see the madness,
so she can keep the rule,
violate what will be the thing that makes me laugh,
your next manipulation of the all too friendless,
always seen and never noticed,
dipping my feet in pools of you,

fuck you! (consider him an enemy!)
fuck you! (consider him an enemy!)
fuck you! (consider him an enemy!)
(consider him an enemy!)

make my face only how you like it,
why cant you smell inside?
wreck her pussy with your fist,
she'll be your minister,
violate my stiff limp body,
only to taste my glass bloodline,
shove an arm behind my back,
cauterize my open wound...

I never needed to be, to find out what makes me tick,
I arrived by default - my arms three grand long, but not elastic enough,
to care for insects just beyond my reach...

it's just a matter of time...
it's just a matter of time...
till I pick you up and dust you off,
kiss the eyes that make me wrong...
I will be waiting...

I work beside myself,
I work with no-one's help,
and now I walk away so you can take the blame,
feeble distortions affect the metal,
I'm broken by the wherewithal...

fuck you! (consider him an enemy!)
fuck you! (consider him an enemy!)
fuck you! (consider him an enemy!)
(consider him an enemy!)

use your pretty face!
use your pretty face!
use your pretty face!

fuck you, oh...
play your games with my limp joints,
idolise this wet paper skin,
listen to the cast preach your life,
preach your life, preach your life,
and infest you with disease,
disease, disease...

dress me up in a three-piece tourniquet,
fuck and get under the scabs,
the scabs, the scabs...
never trust what you cannot kill,
and pretend that she respects we all...

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