Letra de Professional Griefers - Deadmau5
Letra de canci�n de Professional Griefers de Deadmau5 lyrics
I like the sound of the broken pieces
I like the lights that assign where she sits
We got machines but the kids got Jesus
We like to move like we both don't need this
God can�t hear you, they will fight you
Watch them build a friend just like you
Morning Sickness, XYZ
Teenage Girls with ESP
Gimme the sound, to see
Another world outside that�s full of
All the broken things that I made
Just give me a life, to plea
Another world outside that�s full of
All the awful things that I made
We like to dance but the dead go faster
Turn up the slam and a barcode blaster
We want the cash or the drugs you�re after
Rise up control for the mixtape master
Self-correction, Mass dissection
Xbox brats are in detention
Morning sickness, XYZ
Boys with bombs in NME
Compliancy, Special Castings
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Photographs that I�m erasing
Phono slots with pixel screens
Girls with guns on LSD
Self-infraction, mass destruction
Programmed for the final function
Lab Rat King, Rescue team
Save me from the next line
Gimme the sound, to see
Another world outside that�s full of
All the broken things that I made
Just give me a life, to plea
Another world outside that�s full of
All the awful things that I made
�Cause we are the last disease
Another broken life that�s full of
All the awful things that I made
And we got the eyes to see
Another broken life that�s full of
All the awful things that I made.
I like the lights that assign where she sits
We got machines but the kids got Jesus
We like to move like we both don't need this
God can�t hear you, they will fight you
Watch them build a friend just like you
Morning Sickness, XYZ
Teenage Girls with ESP
Gimme the sound, to see
Another world outside that�s full of
All the broken things that I made
Just give me a life, to plea
Another world outside that�s full of
All the awful things that I made
We like to dance but the dead go faster
Turn up the slam and a barcode blaster
We want the cash or the drugs you�re after
Rise up control for the mixtape master
Self-correction, Mass dissection
Xbox brats are in detention
Morning sickness, XYZ
Boys with bombs in NME
Compliancy, Special Castings
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/professional-griefers-deadmau5.php
Photographs that I�m erasing
Phono slots with pixel screens
Girls with guns on LSD
Self-infraction, mass destruction
Programmed for the final function
Lab Rat King, Rescue team
Save me from the next line
Gimme the sound, to see
Another world outside that�s full of
All the broken things that I made
Just give me a life, to plea
Another world outside that�s full of
All the awful things that I made
�Cause we are the last disease
Another broken life that�s full of
All the awful things that I made
And we got the eyes to see
Another broken life that�s full of
All the awful things that I made.