Technocratic, senseless, ugly scum
Timeless grace, black cloud over the sun
Touch screen pads, the choice that you left me
I hate your plastic pig society
It’s my lame sequence again
Pushing our bodies over the edge
Pulsing every day on your frequency
Bringing back to live your currency
You’re keeping me nailed with your scum TV
It’s my lame sequence again
Chorus:
My concrete band, they don’t really need to breed
With your concrete soul you don’t really need to hear
Shut LED eyes, sexless, greedy dumb
Nasty shadow over my spread moon
Dollar matrix runs between your legs
Soul destroyer plastic demon wreck
Chorus:
My concrete band, they don’t really need to breed
With your concrete soul you don’t really need to hear
It’s my lame sequence again

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