Bent - Robot Monsters lyrics
[Bent - Robot Monsters lyrics]
Everybody’s waking up
It’s time to make a cup of tea
Everyday you do the same
Thing stuck inside a dream
Driving off and you see
Them wearing all their fake smiles
Time to start – doing what you
Hate but it takes a while
Feel the blood flow look at them unexposed
Stupid grins just for show
What is this a fuckin joke?
Now it’s time to tell these clones
What they’ll never know
You are not a part of them, your
Heart beats, let it go kill em
Kill em all kill
Dream’s over slackin on the job
Then you shot up everybody’s lookin at
Persona non grata
Cold sweat
"Maybe you should go on back home"
So you’re grabbing all your things
While they snicker undertones
No not here not now but you’ve
Had it on your mind for a year and an hour
So you drop that bag and you charge the gat
It’s a tragedy for travesties
And then a heart attack like
Kill em kill em all kill
Everybody’s gone to sleep
No one ever heard a word
No one even saw a thing
No you’re not a murderer
As the outer surface peels
And the skin is coming off
So you had the nerves of steel
Sick of serving, persevere
Your hands are clean and eyes are closed
Was that a dream? You’re not alone
Your hands are clean and eyes are closed
Was that a dream? Or did they kill you?
It’s time to make a cup of tea
Everyday you do the same
Thing stuck inside a dream
Driving off and you see
Them wearing all their fake smiles
Time to start – doing what you
Hate but it takes a while
Feel the blood flow look at them unexposed
Stupid grins just for show
What is this a fuckin joke?
Now it’s time to tell these clones
What they’ll never know
You are not a part of them, your
Heart beats, let it go kill em
Kill em all kill
Dream’s over slackin on the job
Then you shot up everybody’s lookin at
Persona non grata
Cold sweat
"Maybe you should go on back home"
So you’re grabbing all your things
While they snicker undertones
No not here not now but you’ve
Had it on your mind for a year and an hour
So you drop that bag and you charge the gat
It’s a tragedy for travesties
And then a heart attack like
Kill em kill em all kill
Everybody’s gone to sleep
No one ever heard a word
No one even saw a thing
No you’re not a murderer
As the outer surface peels
And the skin is coming off
So you had the nerves of steel
Sick of serving, persevere
Your hands are clean and eyes are closed
Was that a dream? You’re not alone
Your hands are clean and eyes are closed
Was that a dream? Or did they kill you?