Cuttin the lines
The red lights goin round
Like insanity sirens
The end of the galaxy
The middle of the road
Where the blackout moons
Cut the weather of couls
Black engines grind down
Teeth are raw the rubber juggernaut
Rots in a shattering jaw
Helter skelter bulldozers
Runnin over the block
Where a pawn shop clock
Is ticking out like a bomb.
Its a chain reaction
Like a chain reactor blowing out of my arms
Shoot every paranoid phantom
That's done me harm
Like a desolate specter in a pummel of fists
Kicking against the pricks
Burning black like wicks
They spit pig iron,
Tell you nothing is wrong
Put a heart on a pike
Sing a ressurection song
For a paralysed mind in a kerosene jar
Barracuda believer with a heathen guitar
Apocolyptic nostalgia tokens
Dark arts sell sail for antartica oceans
Its a chain reaction.
Comin thru the barricades Cuttin the lines The red lights goin round Like insanity sirens The end of the galaxy The middle of the road Where the blackout moons Cut the weather of couls Black engines grind down Teeth are raw the rubber juggernaut Rots in a shattering jaw Helter skelter bulldozers Runnin over the block Where a pawn shop clock Is ticking out like a bomb. Its a chain reaction Like a chain reactor blowing out of my arms Shoot every paranoid phantom That's done me harm Like a desolate specter in a pummel of fists Kicking against the pricks Burning black like wicks They spit pig iron, Tell you nothing is wrong Put a heart on a pike Sing a ressurection song For a paralysed mind in a kerosene jar Barracuda believer with a heathen guitar Apocolyptic nostalgia tokens Dark arts sell sail for antartica oceans Its a chain reaction. Explain Request ×
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