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Can I suggest you:Get fuckedWhile you lie about child-molesting gropesAnd parkbench flashers and pervert creepsAnd anal virginity and polaroid snapsAnd verbal abuse and bathroom rapesI don''t know how well you can:Remember your own pointless glue-sniffing adolescenceThat fumbling floppy sexIn between fagsThose pathetic fistfightsAll those pathetic petty theftsAnd this and that and this and that and this and thatAnd every other fucking Adidas-clich''d cringeCan I suggest you:PoseWhile you take another frantic glance at your shopwindow reflectionEnsuring the stinking lie is maintainedBecause that''s the difference between youYes, that''s the difference between youYou''ll let a leering scumbag beerdrinking ratRaise your nostrils for a close-up smellOf fingertip nicotine and animal fatAnd force an open dead mouthLap up ounces of semichem sweatSo can you feel that:Would be a truly truly disgusting thing?And that''s the difference between meI''ll open the packageI''ll watch the showI''ll enjoy perfectly well-made artI''ll get in line behind stupidityI''ll let you lie through your teethI''ll make you feel specialI''ll not pick out the mistakes in publicI''ll just put it down to passionAnd feigned memory lapseWhat did you want to be when you grow up?Certainly not rapedThat''s the difference between youA drunk? A drug addictA motherly protector of the young?Another bed-staining cunt?A child molestor that needs to be told?Or just a craven lust-driven artistChannelling confusion and fearInto a sickly limp repetitive craftYes, that''s the difference between youYou''ll act late and surprisedYou say you loved sex?You''ll love being hated for the actThe filthier the abuse and the desperate underage detailsThe fatter the paybackSo rather than just listenBe altered by what''s been saidNow that''s the difference between meI''ll show you emotional truthI''ll show you the fucking sourceI''ll show you yet another fucking liarAnd this is for the youI''ll show you that something that makes you:Feel differentFeel specialI''ll give you:ThoughtsImagesSoundsI''ll give the you somethingEven more interesting than the last oneAnd I''ll tell you why it''s the best one yetAnd then you can look back on it allAnd say:This is the best thing that ever happened to meAnd see:Why you never became a dancer