I Was Born a Girl, You Were Born a Machine

Aliens making noise
Burn yourself like desert gods
God laughs when man makes plans
Burn your church clothes in the sand

So paint your walls a different color if you want to sleep
I've got holes in my hands and bugs in my sheets

'Cause I was born a girl you were born a machine
I dont want to know where we go when we die



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Writer(s): Parking Lots
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