Hey Kid I'm a Computer, Stop All the Downloading - Fear Before The March of Flames

Hey Kid I'm a Computer, Stop All the Downloading - Fear Before The March of Flames

Альбом
Art Damage
Год
2008
Язык
`English`
Длительность
188170

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Hey Kid I'm a Computer, Stop All the Downloading

Fear Before The March of Flames

count of three

everybody over dose

Theyў‚¬"ўre coming with

forks and knives to eat us alive,

forks and knives.

Victims in

cannibalistic

human race

proprietors

dog eat dog

colonization, dog eat dog.

We sluts, we have, fattened and ripened in these

LA castles.

We rust in the milk that weў‚¬"ўve been fed

(stick ourselves with syringes and

scrape our lungs with dollar bills)

We sluts, we have, fattened and ripened in these

LA castles.

We rust in the milk that weў‚¬"ўve been fed

Nothing (this thing) anything (keep it on)

That fatted us calves would now feed on.

Nothing (this thing) anything (keep it on)

That fatted us calves would now feed on.

The soft parts of our lower backs.

That fatted us calves would now feed on.

The soft parts of our lower backs.

That fatted us calves would now feed on.

That fatted us calves would now feed on.

You canў‚¬"ўt buy love. You canў‚¬"ўt sell feelings.

You canў‚¬"ўt buy love. You canў‚¬"ўt sell feelings.

We were meant to eat each other.

We were meant to eat each other.

You canў‚¬"ўt buy love. You canў‚¬"ўt sell feelings.

You canў‚¬"ўt buy love. You canў‚¬"ўt sell feelings.

We were meant to eat each other.

We were meant.

Have at me, have at me, have at me with your most primitive touch.

You canў‚¬"ўt buy love. You canў‚¬"ўt sell feelings.

You canў‚¬"ўt buy love. You canў‚¬"ўt sell feelings.

We were meant to eat each other.

You canў‚¬"ўt buy love. You canў‚¬"ўt sell feelings.

Have at me, have at me, have at me with your most primitive touch.

Secretaries now make great lovers.

As do those, as do those, as do those we had never considered.

The sound of cracking bones shall be the music that plays us out.

The sound of cracking bones shall be the music that plays us out.

stick ourselves with syringes

and scrape our lungs with dollar bills.

forge a roof that will hold us in and keep them out.

We sluts, we have fattened and ripened in these

LA castles.

We rust in the milk that weў‚¬"ўve been fed.

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