I'm flesh and blood stretched over a steel frame I'm a simple program, broken record, bound and trained two eyes stare straight but cannot see kept alive
Übersetzung: The Honor System. 100% Synthetic.
feet touch dirt, hands touch the sky clothes we made hang from a line we've watched as siblings die and pray we never will sing these work songs silently
hiding in shadows, reaching out desperately there's no culture no belief conditioned egos days of pestilence and greed incubating our disease mother,
I close my eyes, but I'm never sleeping the dead up dancing in the front room repercussions, bloody noses innocence in jail denims all dressed up in
sought salvation in a TV set unemployed full of regret all you need is $19.95 and you can be as one with God, you can learn to feel alive be saved by
sanctions denied basic rights can't you see the dying ones with those city eyes? America, what have you done? what have you done by playing god? (hey
