Angels of Porn II

My bedroom smells like rotten food and I guess so do I
 It's harder to be good in here than it is to starve and die
 I'd give my body to Satan if I could only keep my soul
 But I can't seem to find the split between them anymore
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 My hair is falling out again and I don't really care
 I try to stir my conscience, it was never really there
 Your fingers up inside of me feel like fingers down my throat
 Everything is fine in heaven but I'll never get to know
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 Make sacrifice in bathtubs and stained bed covers
 Soak all my clothes in holy water
 And drown them like a crying son
 Drown them like a crying daughter
 Praying in the night to the angels of porn
 Nails in their wrists and knees on the floor
 Great lakes full of cum extracted from everyone