Wooden
box-shaped heads
on the streets
Hearing the
words of a
plastic priest
Choking
political
puppets
Buying nauseous
happiness
Selling it out
Mindless
bluffing
herds
Heirs of
monotone
words
Idiotic working
corpses
Who tear their
breath away
Mechanicals..
souls made of
gears and wheels
Just running away
When they got
nothing to say [X4]
Solo
Mechanicals..
souls made of
gears and wheels
Just running away
When they got
nothing to say [X4]
Just run away,
just go away
Just go, if you
have nothing good to say.
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