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Slip me a nail file - so I can escape
watching my own wake
For goodness sake
Sell a mans soul, make a pocket full of gold - the empire's out for more again
An illusion perfected, this ones for the wreck heads
Take solace in these words
Slip me a sedative, Early morning medicate - these are dangerous days my friend
Heads hang, in the balance,
The mechanics of my mind,
Thus always a tyrant,
Like lions we rise.
The medicine man has you listed, he's checking your dentures, he's got your details saved
lay the ground beneath us, these sturdy foundations will keep these 4 walls strong
We've all been family's before,
This much I know for sure
Manifest this, as you question it.
There's a darkness a coming from the Quakers & shakers, givers & takers, realists & the fakers
Heads hang, in the balance,
The mechanics of my mind,
Thus always a tyrant,
Like lions we rise.
Heads hang, in the balance,
The mechanics of my mind,
Thus always a tyrant,
Like lions we rise.
Save yourself some time,
My god don't you be blind,
Who will fight for king and country who will wear the uniforms
Who will fight for king and country who will wear the uniforms
Heads hang, in the balance,
The mechanics of my mind,
Thus always a tyrant,
Like lions we rise.
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