save our souls
what is behind your eyes it comes as no surprise still play the same old games of futures swindle crime they plan beyond the minds of those you seek to rule wishing it all wasn't hell i can't come out my shell wishing it all wasn't hell and now i'm hard to find tripping on fruitless drool spewed from logics mind the rulers of the few there's a data storm tonight a backdoor to our minds because we have given them all our souls our souls our souls our souls arseholes arseholes arseholes arseholes |