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I want you wrapped around my finger.
I want your name on my lips,
I want you headless.
I wanna crawl under your skin.
I promise you I'll find my way in.

Wont you sing for me,
Or will you continue to scream?

And love is nothing but, a fucking time bomb.
Why can't you find me?

This is nothing but an illusion, and its playing in your mind.
If we were all chemical then we'd head for the shoreline

And there it is again, the way you taste, the feel of your skin.
And we are so confused, this is the era when we feel used.
We are monsters, we are the chemical ones, we are monsters, we are used.

This is nothing but an illusion, and its playing in your mind.
If we were all chemical then we'd head for the shoreline.
This is nothing but an illusion, that's playing in your mind,
'Cause we are all chemical and, we're burning in your eyes...

I've come to terms with, whats been eating you. If love is ravenous...
Well it wants you, well it wants you.

There is a way, to find the things, that shes been hiding.
And her skin crawls, whenever, I'm beside her.

This is nothing but an illusion, and its buried in your mind.
If we were all chemical then we'd head for the shoreline.
This is nothing but an illusion, that's playing in your mind,
'Cause we are all chemical and, it's burning in your eyes.

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from Hellhounds, released October 16, 2012

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