Look at him everybody Do you think he's real With a normal face Just made up of skin And a nerve center with a heart beating It's a lie...
Go near him you can touch him So synthetic He's been manufactured By surgical control Still got a few bandages on his head It's a lie... It moves but Artificial ankles moving slow Watch him find a direction to go Up left or back to square one What fun...
Been in cold storage Half a century Operated tested And put on show Even rarer to see someone that you know It's a lie...
Move a little closer You can hear him say Residue of substances In my chemical brain Black's a color, white is neg I'm a photograph It's a lie...
It moves but Artificial ankles moving slow Watch him find a direction to go Up left or back to square one What fun... He's deep breathing His arms are stiff Stumble start fall It could be a fit What't he game get him back, to the fridge again It's a lie...
Then he looks at you With his eyes slitting Sterilise your needle 'Cause you're in for it Slow but sure close the door, remote control suicide It moves but artificial ankles moving slow Watch him find a direction to go Up left or back to square one What fun Back to square one What funTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
