Walking to the war
In a competition show
Your glooming eyes and all
Hanging thoughts up on the wall
I'm walkin' through the wall
In your competition show
I'm choosing the red rope
I'm choosing the red rope
Mirrors in a box
It's your competition show
Like psycos on the wall
Like psycos on the wall
You say
There's no way
To stay
Away
Men with eaten meats behind
Get away from here
Get away from here
I got burnt my plastic face
Pills and paper wears
Pills and paper wears