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