Volt Son
Beacon Soul
Hopeless heroes beat this clap-trap havenRats are bigger than the noise, this generationWho the hell is Tod Jones anyway?Society's bombs on a cafeteria trailThe only thing is the brain is splitThe smiles to stares to faceless shitWe walk off the shop to a beacon soul breathingBut they had to guess eternal lifeHas to believe in traditions recentlyWe turn a blind eye to the monkey child bleedingWorking to fight off diseaseMeet the clock saviors passing on the streetCover creations without sounds[Incomprehensible] ruthless, stumbling aroundDarlings of deceit, [Incomprehensible]Reverse the flow of negative energyWe turn a blind eye, ooh, turn a blind eyeOoh, turn a blind eye
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