Casual Lean

Casual Lean - The Dance Of The Friends That We Came With songtekst

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We dance a dance to the friends who we came with.We 
share a phrase with large amounts of bandwidth.
We can chew better now.
Our food has been processed.
Bucky drops planes better than pilots.
Caviezal plays Christ better than Jesus did.
There's a glitch, there's a glitch in the system.
We're all gonna die or go missing.
Who put the plans, put the plans in the fires
There's no way, don't tell me a way to tiptoe around 
this.
We're all gonna defect.
We'll all be blacklist.
All robots defend your masters.
All sons raise one hand, salute your murderers.
There's a glitch, there's a glitch in the system.
We're all gonna die or go missing.
Oh, who the hell, who the hell is a monster...
Who made us so... made us so fucking at this.
So mechanical.
So equipt to kill.
Oh, who the hell, who the hell is a monster...
Who made us so... made us so fucking at this.
So mechanical.
We're equipt to kill.
All robots defend your masters.
All sons raise one hand, salute your murderers.
Salute your murderers.
All robots defend your masters.
All sons raise one hand, salute your murderers.
Salute your murderers.
All teachers to the back of the class we've learned 
enough from you, no questions asked.
All students speak your minds, incriminate yourselves 
or prepare to lie.
All pupils drop your books, lead the lunchlines into 
the fires.
There's a glitch, there's a glitch in the system.
We're all gonna die or go missing.
Oh, who the hell, who the hell is a monster...
Who made us so... made us so fucking at this.
So mechanical.
So equipt to kill.
Oh, who the hell, who the hell is a monster...
Who made us so... made us so fucking at this.
So mechanical.
We're equipt to kill.
Landmines to landmines...
Ashes to ashes...
Shrapnel in our hearts or minds...
We go to these desperate measures.
We go to these desperate measures.
We go to these desperate measures.
We go to these desperate measures.
All robots defend your masters.
All sons raise one hand, salute your murderers.
Salute your murderers.
All robots defend your masters.
All sons raise one hand, salute your murderers.
Salute your murderers.
All robots defend your masters.
All sons raise one hand, salute your murderers.
Salute your murderers.
All robots defend your masters.
All sons raise one hand, salute your murderers.
Salute your murderers.
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