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I like the sound of the broken pieces I like the lights that assign where she sits 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 find you Watch them build a friend just like you Morning Sickness, XYZ Teenage Girls with ESP Gimme the sound to see Another world outside that’s full of All the broken things that I made Just give me a life to plea 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 and a barcode blaster We want the cash or the junk you’re after Rise up control for the mixtape master Self-correction, mass dissection Death squad brats are in detention Morning sickness, XYZ Boys with bombs in NMA Compliancy, special casings Photographs that I’m erasing Phono slots with pixel screens Girls with guns on LSD Self-infraction, mass destruction Programmed for the final function Lab Rat King, rescue team Save me from the next life Gimme the sound, to see Another world outside that’s full of All the broken things that I made Just give me a life to plea 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.
