King Mob lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Damage Manual
Album: Double Damage

Lyrics

King mob in a plastic iceberg
Smoking water damaged cigarettes
Observe as he works your wasteland
Pulling punches that you never met
Controlled in a listless airstream
Jets are breathing in his latex eyes
True to form he is scared to touch them
And your wasteland stays vandalized

Success in a cut-glass wardrobe
All the clothes loose like shredded hair
Dream escapes to a closet class-war
King mob in a smashed wheel chair
Nerve gas for the walking wounded
Suffocating in a sadists' prayer
Flaming horses on a fading landscape
Break the surface but there is no air

King mob as he vents his anger
Throws a brick through the city gates
Backfires on his wordless offspring
The population disintegrates
Cold stream plus a wash of carbon
Drives his mind like an engine room
Cogs turning like a flawed stage whisper
King mob sings a lifeless tune

Surface
Stop
Pressure
Drop
King mob

Faded wrists and the risks worth taking
Cleans his blade with dreams he froze
Metal moments fed on foreign textures
Breaks his mind with the things he knows
King mob at his withered console
Electric arcades run on secret oils
Flicks a switch and he's the god of anger
Pulls a handle and the wasteland spoils

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"Double Damage" album track list