Fantasies of mechanic undead
Vengeance for sins we commit
Tragically grounded in the mundane
Famine is right by your bed
Sci fi titans the flesh they are fed
Run off instinct to behead
In reality nothing has flair
We'll march through the heat to our death
Fantasies of mechanic undead
Vengeance for sins we commit
Tragically grounded in the mundane
Famine is right by your bed
Stillness, a feeling of familiar
Desire, a lack of experience
A longing for what we've lost, what we don't know
What exists in the dreams of past selves memories
A wish to conjure up a magical force to pin blame for the lack of rain
Inability to hear my thoughts, a needle drop
Serenity never has been seen
It's getting harder to breathe
Empty your head and walk outside
Witness the dwindling flocks fly by
A slow moving chaos descending upon us
Enemies created to explain away
Monsters we lean on to save the day
It's hard to accept outside of a game
What sacrifices will have to be made
To gain shade, grain, some rest
A longing for stillness
Warm skylines dust my eyes
Ashes rise
Mech police can be beat
But first
Stand still, listen, listen
There's no glamour to be found in this situation
Do or die, high crime, let's go out with a boom
No time to be afraid when the score says doom
Bug mortality 90%, algae in bloom
No place where waste isn't up to the waist
Food supply left with a terrible taste
Oceans is toxic, the forest is rotted
And these rich motherf*ckers think they got it
Digital this and technology that
A quick fix with a beverage or a baseball bat
A pocket full of magnets, a stroll around the block
Another server farm down, a system laid in shock
No bot deliveries, puppy dog machines
Spray paint and a push, state surveillance wiped clean
Throw fent on the cops, make the wealthy flee
Make em rot inside the bunkers they retreat
Warm skylines dust my eyes
Ashes rise
We'll defeat mech police
But first
Stand still, listen, listen, look
Fantasies of mechanic undead
Vengeance for sins we commit
Tragically grounded in the mundane
Famine is right by your bed
Sci fi titans the flesh they are fed
Run off instinct to behead
In reality nothing has flair
We'll march through the heat to our death
Fantasies of mechanic undead
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Fantasies of mechanic undead
Vengeance for sins we commit
Tragically grounded in the mundane
Famine is right by your bed
Sci fi titans the flesh they are fed
Run off instinct to behead
In reality nothing has flair
We'll march through the heat to our death
Fantasies of mechanic undead
Vengeance for sins we commit
Tragically grounded in the mundane
Famine is right by your bed
Stillness, a feeling of familiar
Desire, a lack of experience
A longing for what we've lost, what we don't know
What exists in the dreams of past selves memories
A wish to conjure up a magical force to pin blame for the lack of rain
Inability to hear my thoughts, a needle drop
Serenity never has been seen
It's getting harder to breathe
Empty your head and walk outside
Witness the dwindling flocks fly by
A slow moving chaos descending upon us
Enemies created to explain away
Monsters we lean on to save the day
It's hard to accept outside of a game
What sacrifices will have to be made
To gain shade, grain, some rest
A longing for stillness
Warm skylines dust my eyes
Ashes rise
Mech police can be beat
But first
Stand still, listen, listen
There's no glamour to be found in this situation
Do or die, high crime, let's go out with a boom
No time to be afraid when the score says doom
Bug mortality 90%, algae in bloom
No place where waste isn't up to the waist
Food supply left with a terrible taste
Oceans is toxic, the forest is rotted
And these rich motherf*ckers think they got it
Digital this and technology that
A quick fix with a beverage or a baseball bat
A pocket full of magnets, a stroll around the block
Another server farm down, a system laid in shock
No bot deliveries, puppy dog machines
Spray paint and a push, state surveillance wiped clean
Throw fent on the cops, make the wealthy flee
Make em rot inside the bunkers they retreat
Warm skylines dust my eyes
Ashes rise
We'll defeat mech police
But first
Stand still, listen, listen, look
Fantasies of mechanic undead
Vengeance for sins we commit
Tragically grounded in the mundane
Famine is right by your bed
Sci fi titans the flesh they are fed
Run off instinct to behead
In reality nothing has flair
We'll march through the heat to our death
Fantasies of mechanic undead
Vengeance for sins we commit
Tragically grounded in the mundane
Famine is right by your bed
Sci fi titans the flesh they are fed
Run off instinct to behead
In reality nothing has flair
We'll march through the heat to our death
Fantasies of mechanic undead
Vengeance for sins we commit
Tragically grounded in the mundane
Famine is right by your bed
Stillness, a feeling of familiar
Desire, a lack of experience
A longing for what we've lost, what we don't know
What exists in the dreams of past selves memories
A wish to conjure up a magical force to pin blame for the lack of rain
Inability to hear my thoughts, a needle drop
Serenity never has been seen
It's getting harder to breathe
Empty your head and walk outside
Witness the dwindling flocks fly by
A slow moving chaos descending upon us
Enemies created to explain away
Monsters we lean on to save the day
It's hard to accept outside of a game
What sacrifices will have to be made
To gain shade, grain, some rest
A longing for stillness
Warm skylines dust my eyes
Ashes rise
Mech police can be beat
But first
Stand still, listen, listen
There's no glamour to be found in this situation
Do or die, high crime, let's go out with a boom
No time to be afraid when the score says doom
Bug mortality 90%, algae in bloom
No place where waste isn't up to the waist
Food supply left with a terrible taste
Oceans is toxic, the forest is rotted
And these rich motherf*ckers think they got it
Digital this and technology that
A quick fix with a beverage or a baseball bat
A pocket full of magnets, a stroll around the block
Another server farm down, a system laid in shock
No bot deliveries, puppy dog machines
Spray paint and a push, state surveillance wiped clean
Throw fent on the cops, make the wealthy flee
Make em rot inside the bunkers they retreat
Warm skylines dust my eyes
Ashes rise
We'll defeat mech police
But first
Stand still, listen, listen, look
Fantasies of mechanic undead
Vengeance for sins we commit
Tragically grounded in the mundane
Famine is right by your bed
Sci fi titans the flesh they are fed
Run off instinct to behead
In reality nothing has flair
We'll march through the heat to our death
Fantasies of mechanic undead
Writer: Therisse Amunatigui
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid