Take these plastic people
Read their lips, now let it linger
Is there anything that makes them sound
Sincere?
Tightly hold your hand
Take a deep breath, give them the finger
Are you worried that your thoughts are not quite clear?
(twich)
Overlooked, unfit apperance
I remember falling
I remember marching
Like a one man army
Through the blaze
I remember coughing
I believe in something
I don't wanna remember falling
For their lies
Unbutton your clothes
Undress your soul, shouw them your vigor
Are these inhibitions easiest to fear?
Take this gasoline tin
Head up high, walk like a winner
Let the bare feet be the last sound
That they hear
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