Monomate Saccharine Wasteland Lyrics

no inconvenience too great, nor pricetag too high
for a lip-smackin' taste of edible cellulite

x2

tape it to your inner thigh, save your body the time
damn your inordinate desire.

x2

satiation, it's never enough, an indication of your
type 2 early-onset

x4

you'd sell your soul for a lowly, insignificant piece
of cake, while at the same time,
you retain much in common with said piece of cake:
you're both vile, artificial, and fake! may your skin fold unto itself as if in retraction
(from the bounds) of tasteful consumption

x2

i'll bleed the molasses from your veins, my beautiful
american boy
i'll make you squeal like the f*ckin' pig you are.
i'll bleed the molasses from your veins, my beautiful
american boy

oh, my.

chorus x2

saccharine wasteland x 666

oh my, how you justify those rolls.

x4

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