Craving hands carved in my back If love was present I'd make it crack Cynical tripping from here to there It'll turn out less painful if I don't care Sweetest dearie Mother Mary ramble, rumble the sanguine stumble Discipline disciple queen smell the pyre death rate dire I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All I need is pure Hollywood hell... Love is dead and hate ruins the set Eve goes down on the fair Juliet Date rape dogma and hell supreme I am the artist that paints the extreme... Rapping simmer always shimmer scent the quibble always nibble Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle solve the puzzle Taste the mire lust, desire rape and struggle finally snuggle... I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All I need is pure Hollywood hell Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle...