Such shit
Stratifying strategy
Epitomize the persona of suffering
And sell it for all you can
I ate it all up, every f*cking word
And now you think
A wall of walking corpses will make you a star
And the endless roar of emptiness starts to sound a lot like applause
All the boys look the same
All the boys forget my name
You found the look but lost the message
Oh god praxis
Yeah there's a weight to it
It has a ring to it
It f*cking hurts me
Yeah yeah
When I no longer can believe that you will stand up for me
Or that you ever would have
It hurts to know all my favorite songs really meant nothing at all
Algorithmic survival engine Blood shed on hollow circuitry Doesn't matter who's The machine speaks death One ten one five one three one Hyperbolic matter resolution My sacrifice Flesh laid on the altar God help me The machine speaks death Cables in my mouth spasm Short circuit or final kill command Sinuous datapoints converge on locus Obsolescence acheived I will lie in the waste i created The machine speaks my once-name
Take the Flesh, Make It Stretchy Video (MV)
Performed By: .gif from god
Length: 2:13
Written by: Mitchie Shue, Sophia Lakis, Chris Morgan, John Crogan, Brian Russo, Andrew Schwartz
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Such shit
Stratifying strategy
Epitomize the persona of suffering
And sell it for all you can
I ate it all up, every f*cking word
And now you think
A wall of walking corpses will make you a star
And the endless roar of emptiness starts to sound a lot like applause
All the boys look the same
All the boys forget my name
You found the look but lost the message
Oh god praxis
Yeah there's a weight to it
It has a ring to it
It f*cking hurts me
Yeah yeah
When I no longer can believe that you will stand up for me
Or that you ever would have
It hurts to know all my favorite songs really meant nothing at all
Algorithmic survival engine Blood shed on hollow circuitry Doesn't matter who's The machine speaks death One ten one five one three one Hyperbolic matter resolution My sacrifice Flesh laid on the altar God help me The machine speaks death Cables in my mouth spasm Short circuit or final kill command Sinuous datapoints converge on locus Obsolescence acheived I will lie in the waste i created The machine speaks my once-name
Stratifying strategy
Epitomize the persona of suffering
And sell it for all you can
I ate it all up, every f*cking word
And now you think
A wall of walking corpses will make you a star
And the endless roar of emptiness starts to sound a lot like applause
All the boys look the same
All the boys forget my name
You found the look but lost the message
Oh god praxis
Yeah there's a weight to it
It has a ring to it
It f*cking hurts me
Yeah yeah
When I no longer can believe that you will stand up for me
Or that you ever would have
It hurts to know all my favorite songs really meant nothing at all
Algorithmic survival engine Blood shed on hollow circuitry Doesn't matter who's The machine speaks death One ten one five one three one Hyperbolic matter resolution My sacrifice Flesh laid on the altar God help me The machine speaks death Cables in my mouth spasm Short circuit or final kill command Sinuous datapoints converge on locus Obsolescence acheived I will lie in the waste i created The machine speaks my once-name
Writer: Mitchie Shue, Sophia Lakis, Chris Morgan, John Crogan, Brian Russo, Andrew Schwartz
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico