Текстове на песни: Archive. Pulse.

Help!
In this Junk
I’m drowning
Drowning
How long?
Til I sell?
My mother
So I become
Important to you
In this junk
Drowning
How long?
Til I sell
My mother
Must I tolerate your shit
Dwell in your shallow pit
Now the thought police
Are following me
Everywhere
Eyes are always
On your children