To make the money we make.
Manufacturing disease
The creature we can see
I'm pleased it some other day
And I've got something to say
You don't need love
So get under the rock
Now, I have a mutated brain
It is the form that's been made
You got for broke
With your prog rock show
Don't you know what I mean?
The sick things that I've seen
When you don't fall down
There's a piercing sound
It was the sky that we learned
That we're to spy on the bird
The clouds all feel
Where we don't feel real
It was implied to make a caption
"It's a pain world", is her reaction
We've answered why it's not been action
We blow the ghosts, is this our faction
This was the movie we made
And we were shooting to fate
We gather dust when you said it's a must
And in the end that we shake
It is the function that's fake
We don't feel real
You don't know how it feels
Now, we've given up a lot
And we've gone right past the spot
We're fueled inside
It's the must that we hide
It was implied to make a caption
"It's a pain world", is her reaction
We've answered why it's not been action
We blow the ghosts, is this our faction
Now, I have a mutated brain
It is the form that's been made
You got for broke
With your prog rock show
It was implied to make a caption
"It's a pain world", is her reaction
We've answered why it's not been action
We blow the ghosts, is this our faction
Blow
Some of the chances we take, To make the money we make. Manufacturing disease The creature we can see I'm pleased it some other day And I've got something to say You don't need love So get under the rock Now, I have a mutated brain It is the form that's been made You got for broke With your prog rock show Don't you know what I mean? The sick things that I've seen When you don't fall down There's a piercing sound It was the sky that we learned That we're to spy on the bird The clouds all feel Where we don't feel real It was implied to make a caption "It's a pain world", is her reaction We've answered why it's not been action We blow the ghosts, is this our faction This was the movie we made And we were shooting to fate We gather dust when you said it's a must And in the end that we shake It is the function that's fake We don't feel real You don't know how it feels Now, we've given up a lot And we've gone right past the spot We're fueled inside It's the must that we hide It was implied to make a caption "It's a pain world", is her reaction We've answered why it's not been action We blow the ghosts, is this our faction Now, I have a mutated brain It is the form that's been made You got for broke With your prog rock show It was implied to make a caption "It's a pain world", is her reaction We've answered why it's not been action We blow the ghosts, is this our faction Blow Explain Request ×
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