One By One (feat. Ceschi)

Come to play ... from someone else's game It can only found (?) it was the joker Then I thought I heard laughter The kind you're hearing after Stories been told and everybody's gone away. Come to play ... from someone else's game It can only found it was the joker Then I thought I heard laughter The kind you're hearing after Stories been told and everybody's gone away. Gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. And everybody's gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. One by one ... fell off the map and to the quickened death One by one Children ... to beds and dreamed. But while those false realities, This countless worlds I never see ... ... One by one They line us up for firing squads And one by one Our kids will mix like ... of paints To form a grotesque work of art We never wanted to die young. ... anyhow. We'll say our work stays, we could die. (?) ... ... ... Like ... Firing squads. That try to sit in chairs for days. Writing for myself to the pencil shreds Steps ... to ... cheap fingers. But nothing ever can read out Like caveman's writing ... It's too late to... One by one we will fall. One by one we will fall. Anonymous. The fragments of freedom we once tasted ... Their tormented boredom has been tossed to the shores of it. Bitter mint and sweet taste of the warmth of a porridge inside of our stomachs enormous from bubbling hunger and poisoned bits. No limit to the ... ... ... ... ... At the time when we rhyme we turn to high ... ... - that's fine. ... in our heads, in our spines long after we die they climb inside ... ... outside our minds like. One by one We'll jump off ... to think you'd come And one by one We'll be left defend for ourselves He tells us everything ... But never tells us to survive ... ... One by one we will fall, furthen than depths of ... ... in the hand of a puppet master We speak when we're spoken to They teach us for ... or two. ... They feed us the ... ..., but ... not satisfied Because of the leeches something we ... on our love of life We struggle to be an anonymous anomaly Because if we know something is crawling beneath my skin it's the mark of the beast. One by one They line us up for firing squads And one by one Our kids will mix like ... of paints One by one We'll jump off ... to think you'd come And one by one We'll be left defend for ourselves