Pʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ - Gʀɪᴇғᴇʀs | Текст песни

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• Pʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ
• Gʀɪᴇғᴇʀs

I like the sound of the broken pieces
I like the lights and the siren she says
We got machines but the kids got Jesus
We like to move like we both don't need this

God can’t hear you, they won't fight you
Watch them build a friend just like you
Morning sickness, XYZ
Teenage girls with ESP

Give me the sound to see
Another world outside that’s full of
All the broken things that I made

Just give me a life to bleed
Another world outside that’s full of
All the awful things that I made

We like to dance but the dead go faster
Turn up the slam/hound/bar/code/blaster
We want the cash or the junk you’re after
Press up control for the mix tape master

Self-correction
Mass-dissection
Death squad brats are in detention
Morning sickness, XYZ
Boys with bombs in NRA

Carbon-lacing
Special casings
Photographs that I’m erasing
Porno sluts with pixel screens
Girls with cuts on LSD

Cell infection, mass destruction
Program for the final function
Lab-rat king, rescue team
Save me from the next life

Give me the sound, to see
Another world outside that’s full of
All the broken things that I made

Just give me a life to bleed
Another world outside that’s full of
All the awful things that I made

‘Cause we are the last disease
Another broken life that’s full of
All the awful things that I made

And we got the eyes to see
Another broken life that’s full of
All the awful things that I made.

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