Catatonic

I know the sugar plum fairy

Her name is Mary

She's halfway inside my arm

Half way does great harmSo she charmed herself to a toilet

And fucked herself gold holy

Silver beams shot out her eyesWhen the rain comes

When the rain comes

Then it got worseI know you well

I wear your smell

Nailed at the hipsI see, you are

One, two, three, four, five

Glad you're not alive

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Back to hell againThis sick charade

This ditch I've spade

I've come to clayI see you are me

One, two, three, four, five

Glad you're not alive

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Back to hell againCatatonic planet

I wont have it

Songwriters

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