Well, I tried to paint my mind
But now I'm stuck here in the middle
Got this scalpel in my hand
I'm operating on this riddle
Got my tongue all tied in knots
On my forehead placed a label
Took all my inspiration
Carved your name into the table
Let's talk about me,
Let's talk about you,
I know your type
I know exactly what you wanna do
And if the money's right
You think I'd disagree
So sad to see you torn apart
By Hell and selfish greed
And sell yourself
Don't be a fool
Sell yourself
They need your body
Sell yourself
Don't be a fool
Sell yourself
Sell yourself
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All my memory shard becomes dirty little pieces
Choking on your cancer, waitin' on to new releases
No more need to operate
You are ready for the masses
Nothing more to give you
You are ready for the masses
Let's talk about me,
Let's talk about you,
I know your type
I know exactly what you wanna do
And if the money's right
You think I'd disagree
So sad to see you torn apart
By Hell and selfish greed
And sell yourself
Don't be a fool
Sell yourself
They need your body
Sell yourself
Don't be a fool
Sell yourself
Sell yourself
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Sell yourself
Sell yourself
Sell yourself
Sell yourself
Don't be a fool
Sell yourself
They need your body
Sell yourself
Don't be a fool
Sell yourself
Sell yourself
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