Lyrics
open up the doors falling into lines
we all look the same but you’re not my type
open up the doors falling into lines
i dont look both ways i don’t see the signs
you think id notice that there seems to be a fatal trend
my brothers have been falling off the deeper end
and i think i might be going next
have you tried building up a ladder with a little wood
knowing you don’t matter knowing if you could
build a little better it’s still no good
and you die!
I see beyond the glass
sitting on your arse chair
thinking there’s no way-e-ay-e-ay
this wouldn’t be fair
you think that you’re stuck
but you don’t give a fuck care
have you ever tried-e-i-e-this
this digital nightmare
i call out
“brothers can you hear me my manifesto
following directions on a dodgy road
how many more lime-haired funerals till we go?”
we could make it look like an accident
who the hell would blame it on our sentience
make him climb his own damn incomplete pixel road
watch him fall into that fiery lava hole
then go have a party without the threat of being killed
or being left
or being falling off, getting stuck, going splat
or being the only one to make it there
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