Oh, ah, are you happy at last?
Are you lashing out, lashing out, violently
We should be on the same team
And we won't get caught if we move around, silently
Self-righteous and rude
And you'll catch your death
Like an airplane, eventually
In your dreams, singing death machines
Death machines, right through me
Right through me, right through me
Right through me, right through me
Slow arms will come
Everything you've taken but your name
Hold on for jealous enemies
Will have their day oh, ah
Slow arms will come
Everything you've taken but your name
Hold on for jealous enemies
Will have their day
Hold on for jealous enemies
Will have their day

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