MY RUIN LYRICS

1. Made to Measure

I was born like this with hips like this
Lips like this and wrists like this
legs like this and arms like this
a fist like this to hit you with, now
you're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
You keep running your mouth but...
You can kiss my ass!

Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
[repeat]

I got the curves to fear, the words to feel
When I scream I've heard them say
I've got the voice to heal
You don't need to be sorry
you don't need to be saved
You just need to be proud of the body that God gave

Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
[repeat]

listen to me say...yeah

I'm so fat I'm fucked up
I'm so skinny I'm sick
I'm tired of the magazines
Talking that bullshit!
I'm not fat, you're fucked up
I'm not skinny, you're sick
I'm just tired of the critics who keep talking that bullshit

Yeah!

I was born like this with eyes like this
Teeth like this and thighs like this
A face like this, a waist like this
and when I die...I'll die like this...now
You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
You keep running your mouth but
I just might kick some ass!

Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
[repeat]

Let me hear you say YEAH!
You're so fat you're fucked up
You're so skinny you're sick
You're so tired of the magazines
Talking that bullshit!
You're not fat or fucked up
You're not skinny or sick
You're just tired of the critics who keep talking that bullshit

NOW WHAT?-NOW WHAT?-NOW WHAT? What you gonna say next time you SEE US?
NOW WHAT?-NOW WHAT?-NOW WHAT? What you gonna say next time you SEE ME?

2. Grotesque

LIE!

You've got the BLOOD on your HANDS
And got no RIGHT to BLEED
Your innocence makes me LAUGH
I don't have what you NEED
You search for the solution - I know you'll never FIND
Your faith has left you with an IMITATION OF CHRIST!

[Chorus:]
GROTESQUE - THE LOWEST - COMMON INNOMINATOR!
GROTESQUE - THE LOWEST - COMMON INNOMINATOR!

The spirit takes hold of your BODY and you CRY OUT
Throwen into convulsions you're FOAMING at the MOUTH!
Searching for something SACRED you LOOK
but all you FIND is just an imitation
your GOD has left BEHIND!

[Chorus]

Transending the temple all around -
Thou shalt not bear witness to those who call themselves poets -
Or worship false idols -
Never worship FALSE idols...

[Chorus]

WHAT ELSE COULD SHE DO TO OPEN THEIR EYES?
THE BLIND SHALL SEE...
THE DEAD SHALL HEAR...
THE DEAD SHALL RISE! WHAT?!

3. Unmanageable

Pure
Self contained
I can feel the weight of my body
As my voice strains
Desensitized
from beauty scenes
the enemy is the fear
that falls in between
INSOMNIAC
I sleep awake
Displaced from my unconscious state
UNMANAGEABLE
Refuse to break
I talk back
everyone needs a SCAPEGOAT
Someone to throw the rocks at

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON

STAB
My soul is not for sale
I have not forgotten my past
But I will NOT remove the nails
Force-fed your insecurities
I have bled with no regrets
For what I have said...before
Or for what...I plan to say next!

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON

Odor of sanctity
is not what you smell on me
Can't make the dirty clean...
Control the magazine
Under the influence
I've learned to live with this...
So I will be your standard...of comparison

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON

Your standard...for comparison

4. Sex Junkie

You live your life
Just to let yourself go
You are the lowest
The lowest of low
Beg for me crawl for me
Down on your knees
You're my sex junkie
You'll do as I please

Harder Faster
Harder Faster

Secrets of lust
That you keep in your mind
Victims like you
Are so easy to find
First name is dirt
And your last name is sleaze
You're my sex junkie
You'll do as I please

Harder Faster

Harder Faster

Horny ideas
They they clog up your brain
Destruction Vice
Or you'll just go insane
Degrading darkness
You live just for these
You're my sex junkie
You'll do as I please

Harder Faster

Harder Faster

Two-hundred million bodies sold
You come walking
Through the night
Your flesh is hot
You cringe with fright
You perspire through your clothes
Your thing it grows
And grows and grows
Sex hormones dropped
From out of the sky
Millions Orgasm
Until they die
Squirming Flesh
You beg for more
You live for sex
There is no more

WAHHHHHHHHHH!
Eat Me!

5. Made to Measure (Radio Edit)

I was born like this with hips like this
Lips like this and wrists like this
legs like this and arms like this
a fist like this to hit you with, now
you're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
You keep running your mouth but...
You can kiss my ...

Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
[repeat]

I got the curves to fear, the words to feel
When I scream I've heard them say
I've got the voice to heal
You don't need to be sorry
you don't need to be saved
You just need to be proud of the body that God gave

Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
[repeat]

listen to me say...yeah

I'm so fat I'm ... up
I'm so skinny I'm sick
I'm tired of the magazines
Talking that bull...!
I'm not fat, you're ... up
I'm not skinny, you're sick
I'm just tired of the critics who keep talking that bull...

Yeah!

I was born like this with eyes like this
Teeth like this and thighs like this
A face like this, a waist like this
and when I die...I'll die like this...now
You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
You keep running your mouth but
I just might kick some ...!

Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
[repeat]

Let me hear you say YEAH!
You're so fat you're ... up
You're so skinny you're sick
You're so tired of the magazines
Talking that bull...!
You're not fat or ... up
You're not skinny or sick
You're just tired of the critics who keep talking that bull...

NOW WHAT?-NOW WHAT?-NOW WHAT? What you gonna say next time you SEE US?
NOW WHAT?-NOW WHAT?-NOW WHAT? What you gonna say next time you SEE ME?







MY RUIN LYRICS