Penal Colony – 21 Robot Man Lyrics

His era
Pays a pensive exclamation
One envious shriek
Likes a kind of erroneous shriek

A reminder
Of cosmologic sands
And countless courtesans
Sons are like the phony sexes
It's a combination: ability, fear

Your prizes
Like her ferocious nothingness
Would you pay to look
At the ammunition?
We give our own variation

He runs to his crill
And he finds his own perfection
Legs over tracks
It's a seamless amputation
Amputation

All vacant
His eye?
All vacant
His eye?

One more outgrowth
Resembles one
Besotted privacy
They both codify
But his nothingness calms
Spontaneously

More than one sun
Is similar to every epitaph
Some thrilling dangers
Suffer from heaven
But your Saint hears slowly!
A single tooth

At least one community
Plays into the barbarity...
His cancellation
Afterward and disgustingly
Feasibly and strangely
Insanely

A few bodices
Do favors for the finished operation
Why are little circuitries
Overwrought rocks?

Calculations displease
He aches awhile
He twists
A fire
It's academic

That little
Finality
Would you pay to feel
The ammunition?

I give one variation

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