lyrics
The grand wizards of manipulation
playing the ancient perception game
eccentric blackmail merry nightmare
what a ship wreck of a time
like our happy concept wrestlng match
I hear singing ghost from my future shock
Not berserk decepticaons dancing dumb
With perfect prophets promising change
Twisting your hopes into words that will not express
Your drifting into the trap stepping into the trap
Twisting your hopes into words that will not express
Your stepping into a trap drifting into a trap.
Deceptacons and kleptocrats
They never bring change They never bring change
credits
from
FIGHT,
released June 29, 2011
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