Lyrics
Some of the chances we take
To make the money we make
Manufacturing disease, the creature we can see
I'm pleased it some other day
And I've got something to say
You don't need love so get under the rock
Now I have a mutated brain
It is the form that's been made
You got for broke with your prog-rock show
Don't you know what I mean?
The sick things that I've seen
When you don't fall down there's a piercing sound
It was the sky that we learned
That we're to spy on the bird
The clouds all feel where we don't feel real
It was implied to make a caption
It's a pain world is her reaction
We've answered why it's not been action
We blow the ghosts, is this our faction
This was the movie we made
And we were shooting to fate
We gather dust when you said it's a must
And in the end that we shake
It is the function that's fake
We don't feel real, you don't know how it feels
Now we've given up a lot
And we've gone right past the spot
We're fueled inside, it's the must that we hide
It was implied to make a caption
It's a pain world is her reaction
We've answered why it's not been action
We blow the ghosts, is this our faction
Now I have a mutated brain
It is the form that's been made
You got for broke with your prog-rock show
It was implied to make a caption
It's a pain world is her reaction
We've answered why it's not been action
We blow the ghosts, is this our faction
Blow
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