Mechanicals

This wooden box-shaped heads on the street
Hearing the word of a plastic priest
Choking political puppets
Buying nauseous happiness
Selling it out

Mindless bluffing herds
Heirs of monotone words
Idiotic working corpses
Who tear their breath away

Mechanicals, souls made of gears and wheels
Just running away when the got nothing to say
Mechanicals, souls made of gears and wheels
Just running away when the got nothing to say
Mechanicals, souls made of gears and wheels
Just running away when the got nothing to say
Mechanicals, souls made of gears and wheels
Just running away when the got nothing to say

Mechanicals, souls made of gears and wheels
Just running away when the got nothing to say
Mechanicals, souls made of gears and wheels
Just running away when the got nothing to say
Mechanicals, souls made of gears and wheels
Just running away when the got nothing to say
Mechanicals, souls made of gears and wheels
Just running away when the got nothing to say

Just run away, just go away
Just go, you've got nothing good to say
Just run away, just run agway, you've got nothing good to say
Just go, just go, you've got nothing good to say
Just run away, just run 'cause you've got nothing good to say



Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Ponce
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