Do Not Spin Me - Yaway·Mawring

You're not mine We're not connected I deny you None of you will get my crown May your children all fuck up and die I leave you nothing I hope you catch the plague Cut off the dead flesh Recycled trauma Leave the misbegotten to their own deformed karma One by one, we cut the threads Now they lie in unmade beds Unloved, unworthy, worthless in their waste Every lighthouse blinking out Run aground in horror shout By tolling bell or sounding horn Drowned in circles patrolling Bid the tides wash them away Every man an island A broken promontory Every man broken away in frenzied surgery Sawing at his borders He in madness prays for storms And dreams that storms will bring him peace Every lightning portends doom Feel the gaze of the deceased Every man an island A broken promontory Every man broken away in frenzied surgery Sawing at his borders I deny you If you shitstains be washed away The loss of you becomes my gain Therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls It tolls for me With both hands, I ring it Why on earth would I ever let you pricks be happy? Who on earth are you to ever know peace? Crush them I allow you hate just as I allow you fear Annihilate, annihilate, annihilate This is the end of us Beg for death worship collapse Epileptic seizure day Spiral uncontrolled relapse Do not hold me Do not hold me back Perhaps I'm not an island Maybe I was wrong Perhaps our differences should not be aired in song Perhaps you're not so bad (Maybe you're a cunt, maybe you're a cunt) Maybe you're a fucking cunt (Maybe you're a cunt, maybe you're a cunt) Maybe you're a fucking cunt (Maybe you're a cunt, maybe you're a cunt) Maybe you're a fucking cunt (Maybe you're a cunt, maybe you're a cunt) Maybe you're a fucking cunt (Maybe you're a cunt, maybe you're a cunt) Maybe you're a fucking cunt (Maybe you're a cunt, maybe you're a cunt) Maybe you're a fucking cunt (Maybe you're a cunt, maybe you're a cunt) Maybe you're a fucking cunt A fucking shit-cunt

Here comes the snow-white Christmas Out of your screen Thank God for Disney It all looks like a dream To make it special Special for you Look up for red and white Santa On your soda machine If not for Coca-Cola He would (He would) still have been green To make it special Special for you But tonight I know (Ooh...) Everything's gonna be alright (Alright, alright) Yeah, tonight's the night (Ooh...) Everything's gonna be alright And now I bet you that the DJ's gonna spin you a Christmas To get you in the feeling And there will be plastic snow all over the world Falling from the ceiling, oh-oh-oh (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Whether you love or hate it, oh-oh-oh (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) You're gonna celebrate it This is the season where that Wham! song Damages your head (Damages your head) And all the dreams of white Christmas Are getting you wet To make it special Special for you (Ooh...) Be ready to get stuffed like a turkey With candy and twinkle lights Stargazing snowmen And bells playing 'Silent Night' (Ooh...) Everything's gonna be alright And now I bet you that the DJ's gonna spin you a Christmas (Yeah) To get you in the feeling And there will be plastic snow all over the world (Yeah) Falling from the ceiling, oh-oh-oh (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Whether you love or hate it, oh-oh-oh (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yeah) You're gonna celebrate it, oh-oh-oh (Bring it all down loud) DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ... (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ... (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ... Oh-oh-oh (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ... (Ooh-ooh) And now I bet you that the DJ's gonna spin you a Christmas (Yeah) To get you in the feeling And there will be plastic snow all over the world (Yeah) Falling from the ceiling, oh-oh-oh (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yeah) Whether you love or hate it, oh-oh-oh (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yeah) (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) You're gonna celebrate it, oh-oh-oh

(Ferry) Now the ballroom's empty Everybody I have known Has been and gone With the music over Here am i A shadow echoing on Spin me round... Now there must be something In what they say of all things Great and small There's dozen roses Lying almost dying To say all Spin me round... A nether world dancing toy I'm wired for sound Does it matter to me Who turns the key? Now if life is for living Then the way is clear But I don't understand Why the dream has ended Yet I can't wake up Lend a hand - Spin a round...