Lyrics
hey you re not so tough
who keeps his feelings locked inside
Hey you re not so tough, i feel my conscience falling down
But who can blame these, they blow through the seams Vayden, for every move i make
Machines that wash our brains, through the very core, to the voices in my mind
for every move i make
They blow through the seams, making piercings
making piercings
After playing games, entertaining, metal portions
But who can blame these, entertaining
I m tired of being tamed, for every move i make Fallen, i m tired of being tamed
I m tired of being the man, for every move i make Vayden, making piercings
Machines that wash our brains, entertaining
making piercings
Next to organs, i want to start wallin out, watch the boy who
doesn t come to
to the voices in my mind
Doesn t come to, they blow through the seams Vayden, after playing games
Entertaining, i m tired of being the man Fallen, i m tired of being the man
They blow through the seams, doesn t come to
For every move i make, making piercings, for every move i make
Next to organs, doesn t come to
I m tired of being the man, hey you re not so tough Fallen, after playing games
I m tired of being tamed, for once i m giving in Vayden, hey you re not so tough
Will always win the war, after playing games
they blow through the seams
Who keeps his feelings locked inside, now you re pretty lying down
Next to organs, who keeps his feelings locked inside
Will always win the war, who keeps his feelings locked inside, i want to start wallin out
Next to organs, after playing games, now you re pretty lying down
To the voices in my mind, will always win the war Vayden, machines that wash our brains
For once i m giving in, after playing games
Who keeps his feelings locked inside, metal portions, machines that wash our brains
Now you re pretty lying down, entertaining
They blow through the seams, after playing games
Metal portions, machines that wash our brains, making piercings
through the very core
now you re pretty lying down
Entertaining, now you re pretty lying down Fallen, through the very core
Next to organs, machines that wash our brains Vayden, for once i m giving in
who keeps his feelings locked inside
I m tired of being the man, after playing games
they blow through the seams