Plastic figurines are all I see walking around amongst me. Crystallized and clean: the entire screen is taken up by vacant eyeballs. Vapid yet serene, they look, they glean, with soulless grins and empty smiles. Airborne infection: A viral correction?!
Name your price! You chose the hollow game and gave up the right... To sell yourself. You're just another product on a display shelf!
It doesn't matter what you think, When all you do is feed the machine...
MACHINE!
(Being) An empty number: broke and hollow, Mindless and bereft of some passion and some semblance of a spine is something I can't fathom!
Name your price! You chose the hollow game and gave up the right... To sell yourself. You're just another product on a display shelf!
It doesn't matter what you think, When all you do is feed the machine...
(Being) An empty number: broke and hollow, Mindless and bereft of some passion and some semblance of a spine is something I can't fathom! The world still turns without your human assistance, yet your mind still stalls; Languishing without some motherfucking stimulation!
Offer your soul! Embracing the nothingness... Feed us your heart! You're already cold... Give us your body! We'll re-animate you... We'll better your mind! By removing (what makes you)... You...
Name your price! You chose the hollow game and gave up the right... To sell yourself. You're just another product on a display shelf!
It doesn't matter what you think, When all you do is feed the machine...
(Being) An empty number: broke and hollow, Mindless and bereft of some passion and some semblance of a spine is something I can't fathom! The world still turns without your human assistance, yet your mind still stalls; Languishing without some motherfucking stimulation!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
