The Damage Manual - King Mob Şarkı Sözleri
The Damage Manual şarkıcısının popüler şarkılarından King Mob şarkısının sözlerini sizlerle paylaşıyoruz.
King mob in a plastic iceberg
Smoking water damaged cigarettes
Observe as he works your wasteland
Pulling punches that you never met
Controlled in a listless air stream
Jets are breathing in his latex eyes
True to form, he is scared to touch them
And your wasteland stays vandalized
Success in a cut glass wardrobe
All the clothes loose like shredded hair
Dream escapes to a closet class war
King mob in a smashed wheel chair
Nerve gas for the walking wounded
Suffocating in a sadists' prayer
Flaming horses on a fading landscape
Break the surface but there is no air
King mob as he vents his anger
Throws a brick through the city gates
Backfires on his wordless offspring
The population disintegrates
Cold stream plus a wash of carbon
Drives his mind like an engine room
Cogs turning like a flawed stage whisper
King mob sings a lifeless tune
Surface stop
Pressure drop
King mob
Faded wrists and the risks worth taking
Cleans his blade with dreams he froze
Metal moments fed on foreign textures
Breaks his mind with the things he knows
King mob at his withered console
Electric arcades run on secret oils
Flicks a switch and he's the God of anger
Pulls a handle and the wasteland spoils
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Diğer The Damage Manual Şarkı Sözleri
- The Damage Manual - Age Of Urges
- The Damage Manual - Blame And Demand
- The Damage Manual - Broadcasting
- The Damage Manual - Damage Addict
- The Damage Manual - Denial
- The Damage Manual - Driven Menace
- The Damage Manual - Expand
- The Damage Manual - Expand (can Remix)
- The Damage Manual - I Am War Again
- The Damage Manual - Laugh Track