Fashion Bomb - The Line | Текст песни

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A copy for your life
Printed from the screen
Hoping it will capture
Everything you've seen…

A pattern for your life
Kept within your means
Using all devices in
Your ego-fed machine…

Their kind is so pathetic
Rely on their machines
I'm feeling so rejected
Remove me from this scene

The line, processed to excess
The line will throw a wrench into this mess
The signs, and all this stress
On cogs and wires the line will kill the rest

A concept for your life
Building quality
Feeding little minds
To make reality…

Reproduced on time
Losing potency
Quotas filled with lives
Killing every dream

Their kind is so pathetic
Rely on their machines
I'm feeling so rejected
Remove me from this scene

The line, processed to excess
The line will throw a wrench into this mess
The signs, and all this stress
On cogs and wires the line will kill the rest

The line, processed…
Just throw a wrench into this fucking mess,
The signs, and all this stress…
On cogs and wires the line will kill the rest


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