Iron man!
Can you still feel yourself?
Is the squeaking threatening, or what?
Flash rust on every corner and hasn't been oiled for a long time
So you stomp through the environment and threaten (and threaten)
Be her really so spoiled and everyone should es see?
Only a kingdom made of shit would look good on you!
It's the whispers we can hear
It's the radio waves
It's them Shadows that we can interpret
It's the televisions
It's thoughts that we have to read
It's just booth magic
You'd rather count the stars at night than still to listen for once
How a tearful winner collapses
And consoles himself with feasts, with enmity and with Flor
And he feels like a loser... again and again (again and again)< br/>Iron Man!
Are you slowly going crazy?
Are your circles overheating?
Is their chatter crushing you?
(Turning around)
(Breathing)< br/>(Sigh)
(Forgetting)
The sun blinds you almost all day
Your hands usually shake, the pneumatics have failed
But they are never losers and you no device
And certainly not the only one who confronted them
It's the whispers that we can hear
It's the radio waves
It's them Shadows that we can interpret
It's the televisions
It's thoughts that we have to read
It's just booth magic
It's the whispers that we hear
It's the radio waves
It's the shadows that we can interpret
It's the televisions
It's thoughts that we have to read
It's just shop magic
Iron Man!
Why do they hit your heart? They can't even aim
You're sifting and condensing and losing your mind
They don't care
Iron man!
I'm counting to ten now
Iron man!
I'm now counting to ten

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