I like the sound of the broken pieces
I like the lights that assigh where she sits
We’ve got machines, but the kids got Jesus
Ought to move like we're off the namelist
God can’t hear you,
They will fight you
Watch them build a friend just like you
Morning sickness X-Y-Z
Teenage girls with ESP
Teenage girls with ESP
Give me a sound to see
Another world outside full of all the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to plea
Another world outside that's full of
all the awful things that are me
We like to dance, but the dead go faster
Turn up the slam and the bar code blaster
We want the cash or the drug you’re after
Rise up control for the mix-tape master
Self-correction,
Mass dissection,
Xbox brats are in detention
Morning sickness X-Y-Z
Boys with bombs in NMA
Compromising,
Specializing,
Photograph that I’m erasing
Photo slots with picture screens
Girls with guns on LSD
Self-infection,
Mass destruction,
Programmed for the final function
Lab rat king, rescue team
Save me from the next life
Give me a sound to see
Another world outside full of all the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to plea
Another world outside that's full of
all the awful things that are me
‘Cause we are the last disease
Another broken life full of all the awful things that I made
And we’ve got the eyes to see
An other broken life that's full of all the awful things that I made
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