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Tonight we'll magnetize the eyes of the whole town, My hand made mannequin, I won't let them get you, They'll know you're mine by the fingerprints on your throat, Isn't she lovely, Isn't she wonderful, Like the whores that we are, swatting flies from the wounds we design, This is not about fear, Paranoia is a disease of the unarmed, This is beauty, A sickening concern for the transience of flesh, We keep our screams behind the gag, I'll keep my baby breath in a glad bag