Blood On The Dance Floor
Blood On The Dance Floor - Modern World Christ lyrics
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Limelight, super bright. Taking over ultra light. Sweeter than ice cream cones, It makes me wanna rub my bones. Success isn't fabulous, The paparazzi, it's a mess. The world addicted and obsessed. Hollywood is full of shit. Say what you like, I got nothing to hide. I've been crucified, like Jesus Christ. So fuck the scene and dressed up scene. Keep it classy, Don't be trashy. I'm not special or unique, I would die for my own dreams. As I grow stronger, my voice gets louder, Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my speakers. I'm already dead inside, Let my words eat you alive. Rise to fame, it's a game, They own your face, they make your name. It's all the same for bloody sakes, Placid dreams on silver screens. New models, placed Chased by paparazzi, Raiding like a bunch of Nazis, A danger zone, a global clone. Modern world, Jesus Christ, Everybody wants my slice. Heaven's not enough, And this world is super rough. I'm the fever you can't break, I'm the dancer, gonna shake, I don't do, I just am. Let me bust my violent jam. As I grow stronger my voice gets louder, Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my speakers. I'm already dead inside, Let my words eat you alive. As I grow stronger my voice gets louder, Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my speakers. I'm already dead inside, Let my words eat you alive. I wanna be the boy that you adore, Without the label of a bedroom whore. I wanna be the boy that you adore, Without the label of a bedroom whore. I wanna be the boy that you adore, Without the label of a bedroom whore. I wanna be the boy that you adore, Without the label of a bedroom whore. So shut the fuck up with your ignorance And shut the fuck up with your competence As I grow stronger my voice gets louder, Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my speakers. I'm already dead inside, Let my words eat you alive