[Intro] What is that? (Fire from the gods) I don't know Power Glove
[Verse 1] That little bastard With his tricks and vile forms of play Hacking, shaving, slicing, mutilating All that gets before him, or that gets in his way Coming around, down the stairs The wood cracked beneath my feet My hand slid across the rail Collecting dust on my fingertips Then I came into a dark room That smelled of wet stone and many years And there was a robotic retard With a blank empty stare It was a little android man Half the size that I am Scissors on his head Scissors on his fucking head
[Verse 2] Little android man Born without a soul Without that voice of reason The scissors took control Little android man Born without a heart In your vicinity, he'll cut you apart Here he comes, there's no time Just a game Don't look back, he's right behind Here's your piece of mind
[Verse 3] Little android man Born without a soul Without a voice of reason The scissors took control Little android man Born without a heart In his vicinity He'll cut you apart
[Outro] One, two, three, four Little android man Never, never, never trust a Little android man He'll cut, cut, cut, cut (I love the Power Glove, it's so bad)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.