He once had to be all he could be
Examining my head
Foreign life forms inventory
I'm in trouble for the things
Run for cover, run
Slipping away from an iron grip
There is nothing left of us
Examining my head
Slipping away from an iron grip
Slipping away from an iron grip
Examining my head
No time for the games
There is nothing left of us
I'm in trouble for the things
All my plans denied
Life's fabric is corrupt
I'm in trouble for the things
No time for the games
Will we give warnings, only time will tell
Run for cover, run
I'm in trouble for the things
There is nothing left of us
I'm in trouble for the things
No time for the games
Gavel's bang, uphold the law
All my plans denied
Backed in a corner, caught up in the race
One side of his face a kiss
Up on my soapbox, a leader
There is nothing left of us
All my plans denied
No time for the games
You won't need your breath
There is nothing left of us
He once had to be all he could be
I'm in trouble for the things
No time for the games
Gavel's bang, uphold the law
I'm in trouble for the things
Slipping away from an iron grip
There is nothing left of us
He once had to be all he could be
All my plans denied
There is nothing left of us
There is nothing left of us
He once had to be all he could be
Examining my head
Will we give warnings, only time will tell
Run for cover, run
I'm in trouble for the things
There is nothing left of us
Examining my head
Run for cover, run
Slipping away from an iron grip
He once had to be all he could be
One side of his face a kiss
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Life's fabric is corrupt
Down in my seat of judgement
He once had to be all he could be
All my plans denied
Vested in me by the state I hereby sentence you to be
Examining my head
No time for the games
One side of his face a kiss
Examining my head
Pray the lord my soul to keep
Examining my head
Run for cover, run
I'm in trouble for the things
Examining my head
No time for the games
Can you help me occupy my brain?
Examining my head
One side of his face a kiss
Foreign life forms inventory
There is nothing left of us
He once had to be all he could be
Examining my head
My flesh is bubbling up
All my plans denied
There is nothing left of us
There is nothing left of us
Examining my head
Run for cover, run
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