There’s nothing to be done anymore,
Don’t think I can feel any remorse.
I’m a man made, ultra, plastic monster.
There’s nothing to be done anymore,
Don’t think I can feel any remorse.
I’m a man made, ultra, plastic monster.
Can’t let it go,
Not for you anyways, oh no.
The games always been stacked in your way
Cards in your sleeve, you always knew the end.
Working the factory down to its bones,
And all my brothers have to suffer the loss.
Polycarbonate fused to the hate,
Now im a carcass even earth wouldn’t eat.
I’m man made, ultra, plastic monster.
Polycarbonate fused to the hate,
Now im a carcass even earth wouldn’t eat.
I’m man made, ultra, plastic monster.
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