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Penal Colony - 21 Robot Man şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Penal Colony

albüm: Unfinished Business


His era
Pays a pensive exclamation
One envious shriek
Likes a kind of erroneous shriek
A reminder
Of cosmologic sands
And countless courtesans
Sons are like the phony sexes
It's a combination: ability fear
Your prizes
Like her ferocious nothingness
Would you pay to look
At the ammunition?
We give our own variation;
He runs to his crill
And he finds his own perfection
Legs over tracks
It's a seamless amputation
Amputation
All vacant
His eye?
All vacant
His eye?
One more outgrowth
Resembles one
Besotted privacy:
They both codify
But his nothingness calms
Spontaneously
More than one sun
Is similar to every epitaph,
Some thrilling dangers
Suffer from heaven
But your Saint hears slowly!
A single tooth,
At least one community
Plays into the barbarity...
His cancellation
Afterward and disgustingly,
Feasibly and strangely,
Insanely
A few bodices
Do favors for the finished operation
Why are little circuitries
Overwrought rocks?
Calculations displease
He aches awhile
He twists - a fire - it's academic
That little
Finality
Would you pay to feel
The ammunition?
I give one variation
21 robot man.

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