Dead Sons - Junk Room | Текст песни

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Send me a message on your satellite
Operator, operate on me
Collide into oncoming meteorite
Operator, Operator, please

I'm in junk room waiting
For you to take your pill
The phones are ringing constantly
prescribe me what you will
I don't care, give me what need
Operator, operator please

Because i'm struggling to resist this mould
That you keep forcing me to cross
Your bridge is broken and your signs are facing
straight towards the...

Send me a message on your satellite
Operator, give me some relief
You keep on telling me you feel alright
I'm finding that hard to belive

I'm on the steamboat coming
to carry you away
Your crutches have been snapped and thrown over the barricade
I don't care, give me what need
Operator, Operator, please

Because i'm strugling to resist this mould
That you keep forcing me to cross
Your bridge is broken and your signs are facing
straight towards the...

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