Plodding on a broken wheel Afraid of learning what is real Pained with thought they'll not reveal Ashamed of how they really feel It makes them blind
Remember the faces remember their names those who died for defying the games of make the rich richer now we see where it get's you a name made trash
Taskmistress, master of pain, with a brutal talent for breaking enslaved. Using cruel disdain as her ball and chain serves to keep her captives well
The K is for Kleiner, but I'm no geek. I've gotten 5 noncompliance verdicts just this week, so don't confuse me with my brother because I ain't no scientist
We've got our drink, and we got our pill. Teach us what to think, while you've got us sitting still. We do whatever it takes to get that dollar bill.
Turret: Who's there? Turret: Is anyone there? Turret: I see you. Chell rises from a stasis inside of a glass box She isn't greeted by faces, Only concrete
Midnight The only sound is lust on a rusted merry-go-round Innocence thrown down to drown in starlit tear drops on the ground Soul breaking domination
We are the startling silence. The nothing that you fear. The echoing pain of violence. The stain of a child's tear. We still like having parties, and
They told me I got 30 minutes and I might get more I set my stopwatch now I'm waiting impatient I pace the floor and I keep peeking out my window to
Waiting for them to pop up I got my butter and maple syrup Strawberries on the side in a cup and then some whipped cream but only a dollop Hot waffles