Letras
Deliver the heads to court now
My own execution in this ghost town
About to rev it, just give me the low down
We'll redline to the top, how does that sound
Yeah how does that sound
Oh how does that sound
Yeah how does that sound
Oh how does that sound
Yeah underground during the Cold War
Just a bit of sleep can make you want more
Trapped in here and we're waiting for trial runs
We can clear up the air with a couple guns
And now I'm stuck in psychotic death trips
Yeah I'm locked in here
I always wondered what it would be like to kill the puppeteer
With all the drugs you pump into my head
They're causing me to oversee them
But all the sleeper agents created
Are feeling just a little restless
Recruiting experimental losses
It only matters to you what the boss says
A better life is the only way out now
Says the puppeteer and all of his clowns
And now I'm stuck in psychotic death trips
Yeah I'm locked in here
I always wondered what it would be like
To kill the puppeteer
With all the drugs you pump into my head
They're causing me to oversee them
But all the sleeper agents created
Are feeling just a little restless