Pulp
Manmade God
The killers lost the beat I just call them futile
They can't cry to me 'cause I'm sittin' on the top of the world
as I wave them all goodbye
The system's lost in me I just call it futile
They can't cry to me 'cause they're slippin off the edge of the world
as I wave them all goodbye
Ice caps and vanity melt into a chewy pulp....
While everyone is dancin' round like there ain't nothin' wrong
Ice caps and vanity melt into a chewy pulp....
While everyone is dancin' round like there ain't nothin' wrong
Not me, I've planned my own demise
Not me, I've planned my own demise
Not me, I've planned my own demise
Not me, I've planned my own demise
Oh, demise, demise, oh, demise...
The killers lost the beat I just call them futile
And that's not pain to me
'cause I'm sittin' on the top of the world
as I wave them all goodbye
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Harpa Cristã 
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