The Robot With Human Hair: Rebirth

LETRA

The Robot With Human Hair: Rebirth

We need to find a way out
We need to find a way to touch the sky I will
If I give into a better way
Deep in no thing
Whose the villain now?
Am I feeling now?

If I’m in it today
In the essence cave
Then I won’t come out
But I chose this house

Move on
It’s my destiny
I want to see you lose it
Just move on
Get away from me
Reality you choose it

No time to grieve
You won’t believe where we’re going
The darkest dreams are waiting
We should’ve done better

So when will fate decide, if we make it through the mire?
Cause everything we built is gold
We outlived all those liars
Lord, I’ve had enough
Of the endless shoring up
To be the ones walking on the wire

We gotta go go
Have a good show
Born In the stomach of a paragraph
Rippin’ angles
Someone stop the colonists from kissing ass
And snapping cables
Ripple lifter christened on the mantle lip
And lamps of angels
Born in the stomach of a ships cannon, manhandled
All verdicts sit back
Snip pistol
Whiplash
Sashay ’til the crane drops
Pressure ’til the vein clots

Say they used to love me
Back before we parted ways
Now times have changed
Nothing ever stays the same
But you still run your mouth
Like this is a fuc*** game

Talking about the same ol’ shit
Make another empty threat
I ain’t even worry about it
Cus I don’t ever worry about it

I’m not like all the other ones
I’ve seen this end a million times
Do you ever feel like you’re alive
Just in time to die?

Save me from myself
Before I grab that food
Before I grab that
Food
Food

Taking what is mine
As Im laying down to die
In my chair
Where
I can watch a show and I’ll never have to deal with my
Fears

Don’t be in doubt
Just let it out
And then it breathes into the recipe
Don’t be in doubt
Just wheel it out
And then it breathes
Because this world is not my home

You’re like a toucan shrimp man
I didn’t even ask ya
That mask of rage?
The fans hate
Don’t matter

You look to me and seethe
My clasped hands lather
You’re punishing but the coat is clean
You see me finish like lacquer

I’m in a blackbird tiff
And you’re my tussle Crowe
If it’s a sad baby goose
You’re my cryin’ Gosling