Fire up the chainsaw Hack all their heads off Hack their fucking heads off If you want to live you have to kill or become There's no other way you have to kill or become Viral contagion unleashed upon the earth Billions of infected dead soon rise

We could, we could belong together (ARTPOP) ARTPOP, ARTPOP, ARTPOP My ARTPOP could mean anything Just do that thing that you do A hybrid can withstand these things My heart can beat with bricks and strings Come to me, in all your glamour and cruelty And

Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin'

Got no self control And I don't mean cigarettes and alcohol 'Cause when it comes to you I can't say no I don't want a taste, I want it all I don't wanna taste, I want it all One little kiss can turn into a thousand One little touch and I'm gone When it

Come on over Come unglued It's not easy To see all of you Help yourselves Help is on the way Well there's nothing to lose So now, I have something to say Maybe we can all recognize a moment of sadness Maybe we can finally agree on a sane point of view

Nobody's gonna hurt you Nobody's gonna do this for you What you say? What you say? Can I keep us locked in my room I was running through the meadows Through the meadows with my ghetto boy I've been waiting in the corners for you Come on, baby, lift your

I can't be bothered to miss you anymore Month 12, day 31, and hour 24 I used to think if I missed hard enough You'd come back for sure But I can't be bothered now to miss you anymore It's not like I don't have tears to cry Such memories, so little time

I promised I'd be good The road to Hell is paved with good intentions So when I fall, I will fall to you But I can't help myself from these temptations When they come, there's nothing I can do I got something to say A confession of me I've been led

Who wants to be right as rain It's better when something is wrong It's harder when you're on top You get excitement in your bones And everything you do's a game When night comes and you're all on your own You can say I chose to be alone Cause when hard

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston