Junk
Innovation all for what
Face the flooding at your fucking door
Destination immolation
Miles and miles of scraps of bloody rust
Innovation all for what
Face the flooding at your fucking door
Destination immolation
Miles and miles of scraps of bloody rust
Fat cat sitting back Sipping slow looks out the window
Grinning at the caravan of trash molded into shape by
Telescopic arms and legs, nanobots, propulsion systems
Who know there was so much cash in
Shipping trash through time and space
Junk
Extra stuff
We let rust
Pack it up
And shove it through the
Door
Destination immolation
Miles and miles of scraps of bloody rust
Shuttle off another dump
Simple clean easy solution
Just like oil in the sea
Cross dimensional dilution
Some old chump's got air to breath
Cluttered with our scraps and metal
Just some bastard far away so fuck it we're delivering
Junk
Extra stuff
We let rust
Pack it up
And shove it through the
Door
Through the door
Through the door
Pack it up
We've got some
More room
For your
No true escape
Even here
Deep in outer space and
Choke on our waste
In the the wind
We'll just keep spitting in our faces
At this pace
Greazy gears
Mechanize our decimation
Human junk machine
I estimate
The end is near
But no true escape
Even here
Deep in outer space and
Choke on our waste
In the wind
We'll just keep spitting in our faces
At this pace
Greazy gears they
Mechanize our decimation
Coming faster year to year
So ship it off on through the
Door
Through the door
Through the door
Pack it up
We've got some
More room
For your
JUNK
Face the flooding at your fucking door
Destination immolation
Miles and miles of scraps of bloody rust
Innovation all for what
Face the flooding at your fucking door
Destination immolation
Miles and miles of scraps of bloody rust
Fat cat sitting back Sipping slow looks out the window
Grinning at the caravan of trash molded into shape by
Telescopic arms and legs, nanobots, propulsion systems
Who know there was so much cash in
Shipping trash through time and space
Junk
Extra stuff
We let rust
Pack it up
And shove it through the
Door
Destination immolation
Miles and miles of scraps of bloody rust
Shuttle off another dump
Simple clean easy solution
Just like oil in the sea
Cross dimensional dilution
Some old chump's got air to breath
Cluttered with our scraps and metal
Just some bastard far away so fuck it we're delivering
Junk
Extra stuff
We let rust
Pack it up
And shove it through the
Door
Through the door
Through the door
Pack it up
We've got some
More room
For your
No true escape
Even here
Deep in outer space and
Choke on our waste
In the the wind
We'll just keep spitting in our faces
At this pace
Greazy gears
Mechanize our decimation
Human junk machine
I estimate
The end is near
But no true escape
Even here
Deep in outer space and
Choke on our waste
In the wind
We'll just keep spitting in our faces
At this pace
Greazy gears they
Mechanize our decimation
Coming faster year to year
So ship it off on through the
Door
Through the door
Through the door
Pack it up
We've got some
More room
For your
JUNK
Credits
Writer(s): Cole Heramb
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