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

Controlled in a air stream
are breathing in his latex eyes
True to form, he is scared to touch
And wasteland stays vandalized

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

Nerve gas for the wounded
Suffocating in a prayer
Flaming on a fading landscape
Break the surface but is no air

King mob as he his anger
Throws a brick through the city
Backfires on his wordless
The population

Cold stream plus a of carbon
Drives his mind an engine room
turning like a flawed stage whisper
King mob a lifeless tune

stop
Pressure
mob

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

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