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

in a listless 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 like hair
Dream escapes to a class war
King mob in a smashed chair

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

King mob as he his anger
Throws a brick the city gates
on his wordless offspring
The population

Cold stream plus a of carbon
Drives his mind like an engine
Cogs like a flawed stage whisper
King mob sings a lifeless

stop
Pressure
mob

Faded wrists and the risks worth
Cleans his blade dreams he froze
Metal moments fed on foreign
Breaks his mind the things he knows

mob at his withered console
Electric run on secret oils
Flicks a switch and the God of anger
Pulls a handle and the wasteland