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King mob in a plastic
Smoking water cigarettes
Observe as he works your
Pulling that you never met

Controlled in a air stream
Jets are breathing in his latex
True to form, he is scared to them
And your wasteland stays

Success in a cut glass
All the clothes loose shredded hair
Dream to a closet class war
King mob in a smashed wheel

Nerve gas for the walking
in a sadists' prayer
Flaming horses on a landscape
Break the surface but is no air

mob as he vents his anger
Throws a brick through the city
Backfires on his offspring
The disintegrates

Cold stream a wash of carbon
Drives his like an engine room
Cogs turning like a stage whisper
King mob sings a tune

stop
Pressure
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Faded wrists and the risks worth
his blade with dreams he froze
Metal moments fed on textures
Breaks his mind with the he knows

King mob at his console
Electric run on secret oils
a switch and he's the God of anger
Pulls a handle and the spoils