[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt]
[Music: T.E.Tunheim]
Craving hands carved in my back
If love was present I'd make it crack
Cynical tripping from here to there
It'll turn out less painful if I don't care
Sweetest dearie
Mother Mary
Ramble, rumble
The sanguine stumble
Discipline
Disciple queen
Smell the pyre
d**h rate dire
I trance in a cynic snakepit eden
The apple of sin seems so easy to sell
I need no love to define this climax
All I need is pure Hollywood hell...
Love is dead and hate ruins the set
Eve goes down on the fair Juliet
Date rape dogma and hell supreme
I am the artist that paints the extreme...
Rapping simmer
Always shimmer
Scent the quibble
Always nibble
Solve the quiz
With a kiss
Kiss the hustle
Solve the puzzle
Taste the mire
Lust, desire
Rape and struggle
Finally snuggle...
I trance in a cynic snakepit eden
The apple of sin seems so easy to sell
I need no love to define this climax
All I need is pure Hollywood hell
Solve the quiz with a kiss
Kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle...