(Verse 1)
They stare at me with hollow eyes
They peer inside to grasp your souls desire
We always looking for the deals..the cheapest steals to fill our heads and leave the pain behind
through the looking glass, we worship the icons for
Hire
Giving all our time, giving up our minds and wear the mask and fall in line
(Build up 1 : sing with rasp and anger)
caught up in the web of broken information
In droves we March governed by our "gods" bleeding corruption
We are the frame before the picture
Band of Disciples defending their scripture
(Chorus )
Shallow shells without a heart
Sold it out to the devil
They're the dolls on display
So perfect but they're less than human!!
(Verse 2)
Plastic people wear crafted hides
The snake within wont shed his skin,the perfect little
liar
Slip up and your killed cause you've run out of uses, in a hierarchy with a watchful eye
Noir shall you squeal to protect your kin.there can always be more fuel for the raging
fire
Our whole worlds been crafted with meticulous hands, take the credit for the almighty's universal
plan
(Build up 2)
From gates they give us capitalistic innovation
The ides of march have come, brutus lets start a revolution
We are to blame for the catastrophic mixture
A legion of guerrillas fighting till we're victors
(Chorus x3)
Shallow shells without a heart
Sold it out to the devil
They're the dolls on display
So perfect but they're less than human!!
Devils dolls on display !!
Come and play!!
Come and play!!
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Piece Of My Mind
ПоэзияThis is a collection of poems, short stories and soliloquies about my conscious and subconscious life.
