الكلمات الأصلية
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(Chorus)
I'm tired of being the man
Who keeps his feelings locked inside
For once I'm giving in
To the voices in my mind
I'm tired of being tamed
I want to start wallin' out
For every move I make
I feel my conscience falling down
Watch the boy who
Doesn't come to
After playing games
But who can blame these
Entertaining
Machines that wash our brains
(Chorus)
Metal Portions
Next to Organs
Will always win the War
They blow through the seams
Making piercings
Through the very core
Hey you're not so tough
Now you're pretty lying down
