abhor

I'm no one's hero, so just forget my name

I abhor you

With every foolish thing that you say

And insulting our intelligence, that era has become very real

We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of pressure

My generation will go down as the architects of contemporary disgust

These indulgences, none can compare

So many flavors that one would abhor

Even though I've had enough

Paid to be tortured by you

A life I now abhor

And still I say no more

Or are you spoken for?

Destined to serve what you abhor

Until it all gives out

Woo!

This room is full of faces I abhor

So take everyone out, blame everyone else

I only have nightmares, wake up in a cold sweat

Have I become as corrupt as all I abhor?

Why don't I dream anymore?

If I'm the other man

Nature will abhor me

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Nature abhors a vacuum but what's between your ears?

Your judgement clouded with fearful thoughts, a headlights and a deer, ow

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Nature abhors a vacuum

The same is true to a tomb

You're so impressed with

All the filth that I abhor

You spineless coward

Damnification, degredation, dehumanization

Hipsters and posers I abhor

Welcome to the thrasher's abattoir

And he's talking awful strange

But the more they abhor you

The more I adore you

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I've got this habit I abhor

When we go out, I'm always watching the door

Mardi Gras is a waste, unless you own a candy store

All these other holidays I can admit that I abhor

But I really don't hate Christmas

Now when I close my eyes I see her face. Cause the love you give is the love you take and the heart you hold is the one you break.

It's my behavior that I abhor.

I was her savior and she was my scapegoat.

Kitty pretty fat

LICKSORE, SOMETHING TO ABHOR

KITTY KAT DON'T WANT NO RAT

Light of light

Lo, he abhors

Not the virgin's womb

Nature abhors a vacuum, I have read

Tell me, how do you explain your empty head?

A song for love,

even abhor

An olive branch,

It's a thing you hate

Another switch and bait that you abhor

Made in America on a factory floor

Or skew me less bipolar

Let me list those things about you I abhor

Horrible, you're

It's a pity, it's your manoeuvre

Your conversation makes me abhor you

Judging by the pace I was walking

It didn't have to get like that

Our eyes on other lovers, saying we abhor them

And watch them close another door while we adore them

Light of light

Lo, he abhors

Not the virgin's womb

Her destiny

I abhor the whore

Who calls herself reality

Light of Light,

Lo! He abhors not the Virgin's womb;

Very God,

Ditch of iniquity and tears

How I abhor this place

Its sweet and bitter taste

And ony sumph that keeps up spite,

in conscience, I abhor him

Blythe and merry we'll be all,