Design

I'm Not Made

Score: 2
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Played: 2

Genres:

Electro
New wave
Minimal synth
Sunshine pop
Synthpop

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Featured by:

oatmeek

Wiki:

Lyrics:

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Black dress Fishnets Hair spray Finger paint Pentagrams And crosses Upside down I guess I’m off it Black dress Fishnets Hair spray Finger paint Jason Chucky Freddie I’d be lucky if they killed me Oh oh Yea yea yea Oh oh Yea yea yea Oh oh Yea yea yea Black dress Fishnets Hair spray Finger paint You stare you stare but I’m never gonna follow your stride, I’d rather be another example than be one of your kind Strike now or forever hold your peace You say it’s dangerous (OK!) The type of lipstick that’ll leave a stain And you’re thinking that it’s just another fix ‘Cause you’re living in the present but it’s still 2006 Our bites are venomous (NO WAY!) We’ll send our toxins right up to your brain And you’re thinking that it’s all so full of shit ‘Cause you’re living in the present and it’s still 2006 Oh oh Yea yea yea Oh oh Yea yea yea Oh oh Yea yea yea Black dress Fishnets Hair spray Finger p- wait, what the fuck? Did you take me off your Myspace top 8? Tiffany what the fuck?! Why’d you take me off your MySpace top 8? I thought we were best friends but like I guess not Locked up inside of my room all day Black Parade on repeat it never ends You say it’s dangerous (OK!) The type of lipstick that’ll leave a stain And you’re thinking that it’s just another fix ‘Cause you’re living in the present but it’s still 2006 Our bites are venomous (NO WAY!) We’ll send our toxins right up to your brain And you’re thinking that it’s all so full of shit ‘Cause you’re living in the present and it’s still 2006 (Boy, I’m gettin’ real tired of this rock’n’roll music) Now son you’re gettin’ outta line And this devil gon’ corrupt your mind Why don’t you take a trip on home And let the preacher man save your soul Well sir now don’t you worry none I live my life like I’m a loaded gun So call the church call the choir call the nuns ‘Cause livin like the damned’s so godamn fun Preach I’ll believe when my waters wine Feet pressed on hot coal sounds so divine By now you should know that I’m not made by design That I’m not made by design