Grand Mox Turkin

Today the horde machine went rollin'


In sequence grasp, prepared to falter


We were born to self destruct on birth row


On birth row





And the question remains,


Everything is spit and shined


Everything is wiped out twice to make sure


Nothing's on our mind





An hour glass is punctured yearning


This malevolent structured duplicates


But we all love to disobey on birth row


On birth row





And the question remains,


Everything is spit and shined


Everything is wiped out twice to make sure


Nothing's on our mind


x2





I was the fuse but your truth will always trust


But your truth will always trust





Everything is spit and shined


Everything is wiped out twice to make sure


Nothing's on our mind


x2





But the question still remains


We're nothing but a bunch of mistakes


What a sorry excuse for a human being