Now that you are thirteen

by Dress Like a Woman

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released 10 May 2012

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Track Name: Killer Inside
That time when Chris took his father's sword and ripped our guts
it was not because of that stupid game but because he was hungry.

Kill it!
No, I could not...
Rip it!
No, I could not...
Bite it!
No, I could not...
Fight it!

Did you hear about that girl who left her house
and then was found running naked in the wild avenging her dead rabbit?

Kill it!
No, I could not...
Rip it!
No, I could not...
Bite it!
No, I could not...
Fight it!

Let go of your convictions, just find yourself.
Lose all your inhibitions, you're a gazelle.
Now that you've found your instinct everything's pointing at the scent of blood.
It seems so delicious, but it's not easy to tell if it's right or wrong.

How will I find the way back home if I'm lost in you?
I'm nowhere I've been before, a never-ending point of view...

The killer inside.
The killer inside.
Track Name: Weaving
Easy for you to go around and claim
you work to let us play our songs.

Shame on you for acting like you play
the same game as we do.

No matter what, you cannot pretend:
how much you earn is your concern.

You don't understand and you never will
but I won't be the one to show you.

In the name of rock...we hate you.
Hate you.
Hate you...oh...

You weave a story,
you weave a thread.
Stop fucking weaving in and out of this game.
I won't believe
a single word you say.
Until you get it
get the fuck off my way!!

Don't wanna be part of this net of convenience.
Don't wanna be part of the friends on your list.
I'd rather be a stranger surprising the shit out of you.
If I ever give in do not remember.
Track Name: Diablo
"Try it out...".
But then don't hide it, cause they will know it anyway...
"Just one more...".


I didn't mean to, uh...
I do regret it.
But if I had to I'd repeat it everyday, it felt so great.
Though I'll never confess it...

Humanity, let me steal your pleasure.
I'll feel it too by displeasing my neighbour.
You misbehave; I feel alive.
Keep being naughty, keep losing control!
Here, be tempted by the devil.

"Lay down...".
But with your clothes on, cause you don't wanna ruin the fun...
"She won't know...".

I used to pray but, uh...
now I don't get it.
If I had known he was a priest it'd be the same,
who is to blame?
Just that damn chastity...

Humanity, let me steal your pleasure.
I'll feel it too by displeasing my neighbour.
You misbehave; I feel alive.
Keep being naughty, keep losing control!
Here, be tempted by the devil.
Track Name: Nebula
Complicated times, gutless men on top...
but they'll never expect us to complain.

Pockets emptying, straight to their errand cars
and they'll never expect us to complain,
not in this country of shit
where everybody's dumb.
Useless scum.

This dust covers us from the rest of them,
we're invisible to the world. (x2)

Nebula.

Complicated times.
Wake up, start a fight.
But then again none of this, none of this counts.
None of this, none of this is heard.
Track Name: Advertise me
Well...

-Hello, what can I do you for?
-I came to buy this, I came to buy it all!

-Hello, I want that shit that I saw on TV that day,
how much do I have to pay?

Another credit card,
another year I'm trapped
but I don't care as long as Mickey doesn't have the same.

Give me the same in white,
tell me it's new and bright;
just keep on talking, keep on talking.

Ad-ver-tise-me!!
Or fuck yourself!!
Ad-ver-tise-me!!
Or fuck yourself!!
Ad-ver-tise-me!!
Or fuck yourself!!
Why don't you
Ad-ver-tise-me!!
Or fuck yourself!!

Well done, you reached another stage:
you are so trendy and shiny, like a star.

But oh, no! A new model's coming out!
"How am I gonna pay?" is all you have to say?

I gotta change my plans,
the world of gadgets runs.
If I can't keep the pace I might as well just hide my face.

Sell me some other crap,
fashion or music's top;
just keep on talking, keep on talking.

Ad-ver-tise-me!!
Or fuck yourself!!
Ad-ver-tise-me!!
Or fuck yourself!!
Why don't you
Ad-ver-tise-me!!
Or fuck yourself!!
Ad-ver-tise-me!!
Or fuck yourself!!

I sleep with one eye open, checking possibilities.
I dream of Apple stores and Katy Perry on MTv.

I'm getting to like this shit,
I'll never get sick of it,
so please just keep talking,
just keep on talking, yeah!

Advertise me or fuck yourself!