Let me touch myself I'm in love with nothing else Pull me into the viewer Intoxicated by the lure Indiscriminate of class We all get for what we asked Something to numb our day As the workers work away Melting in my own skin The revolution will begin On our TVs in our dreams The crucifixion of rights will be streamed So let me lift your hand As you dance on my chest All what I want is comfort Do please keep the rest The triumph of history Bound to repeat itself in time Fuck me like you do my destiny Make me the thoughts of a crime.
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