lines are broken they've given motorskills take at
face value the direction that suits you move with
the pull a generous function the x-ray of today
the only one that greets you is the half-ass hand
close to open don't give a shit take at face value
the half-ass hand the one that deceives you you'll
follow the pull delirious function wake up fromt
he dream this one reality we have seen take it
away it's put me to shame the motorskill words
come broken in a spinning world spinning through
my head the direction that suits you to cure of
kill i'm walking with immortals etch the surface
take it all away now we have seen the motorskill
linescome broken twisting you down the crooked
mind way with your head underground now you let
them control you the generated dream the one they
supplied you the one you've always