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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Otep
Otep
Vocals
Ulrich Wild
Ulrich Wild
Programming
Aristotelis Mihalopoulos
Aristotelis Mihalopoulos
Guitar
Collyn McCoy
Collyn McCoy
Bass Guitar
Tristan Wallace
Tristan Wallace
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Otep Shamaya
Otep Shamaya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Otep
Otep
Executive Producer
Ulrich Wild
Ulrich Wild
Producer
Aristotelis Mihalopoulos
Aristotelis Mihalopoulos
Recording Engineer
Tristan Wallace
Tristan Wallace
Recording Engineer
Raidar
Raidar
Assistant Engineer

Songtexte

(Open wide) And when the medicine ran out and when we didn't speak for days I could hide inside your smile Fade And curl up around the fang Drained Wasted away I'll be your toy to seduce and destroy I'll be your toy to seduce and destroy (Open wide) I'll kill What's killing me I'll do what I have to To kill what's killing me No one is clean Chemical bondage Pale as parchment I'll kill What's killing me Abuse me You can use me Better living through chemistry And when you fall asleep and when you drop the key I'll slide it inside your mouth And say, "Do you wanna play?" Bang Blow you away You'll by my toy to seduce and destroy You'll be my toy to seduce and destroy (Open wide) I'll kill What's killing me I'll do what I have to To kill what's killing me No one is clean Chemical bondage Pale as parchment I'll kill What's killing me Abuse me You can use me Better living through chemistry On your knees Coughing up prayers made of money and dust Serrated blades of your bated breath Have made a monster in the house of death Punctured Deflated the snakes in your veins Evacuated and slithered away Are you sure you still want to play this evil little game? I'll kill what's killing me! I'll kill what's killing me! A devil made of crystal glistens like the sun Fingers to the head pointed like a gun A devil made of crystal glistens like the sun Fingers to the head pointed like a gun A devil made of crystal glistens like the sun Fingers to the head pointed like a gun A devil made of crystal, a devil made of crystal A devil made of crystal glistens like the sun Fingers to the head pointed like a gun Pointed like a gun, pointed like a gun Pointed like a gun Are you sure you still want to play this evil little game?
Writer(s): Ulrich Wild, Otep Shamaya Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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