1003 (Ways to Blow Your Head Off)

Hold your breath, your trip has just began,
I know that I haven't found a safer place to stay
Hold your breath, your trip has just began,
The end of it is not close yet

It's the roots that you need to forget,
The portions of your needs, we're just the Machine,
Set the rules and save a little thing of wonderland you wont touch,
Since you are so good...

For god's sake, for your banks, for every little crook, dear,
It's your mind we sell
What about your soul and your feelings my sweet peasants...
Could we please buy them all now?

Hold your breath, your trip has just began,
The end of it is not close yet, when it comes we'll tell,
Cut your life,
You're just one tiny piece of what we've planned for you freaks,
Take the drug and sleep

For god's sake, for your banks, for every little crook, dear,
It's your mind we sell
What about your soul and your feelings my sweet peasants...
Could we please buy them all now?



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Writer(s): Petros Fuzzhead Vyzoukis
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