Vanity Fair

You're not human You're a miracle A preacher with an animal's face In your s*xy Neon smokescreen Lie the supersalesmen of vanity Even your shadow worships you In you jungle solitude With the orgies of the sacrament And the seal of flagellants God saves those who save their skin From the bondage that we're in I'm elated I could cut you And remove the sheath of your ignorance And the skoptsi Bless the eunuch Will you hurt me now and make a million? Say cheese, baby We all love you But it's a cheap world and you don't exist... Slit the fabric of the right now Spread your legs and wear the crown Tell me how long, lord, how long? Till I get my beauty sleep? The moment of my de s*x-ing Now the hourgla*s is empty Cut it Cut this cancer from my soul Cut it Now that I've made it... I'm finally naked