Ugly Testo

Toy soldiers in lines fall like dominoes
One mans trash is cash, for some it's liquid gold
Said that you love me, you make me feel ugly
You said that you love me, but you make me feel ugly

TV screens, adverts, and the grown men
Crying like infants for no reason
People make mountains out of mud hills
Boys with their toys, and flexing their muscles
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When pigment's a depiction of class
When your body has to be wine glass
You drop your guard, you realise it's hard
It's ugly
Loving is brittle, plastic but soft in the middle
The same as Skittles
When vultures perch with a piercing grin
Your boss won't fuck off and you're on the brink The rent is due and you're overspent
The world is ugly
The world is ugly, the world is ugly, the world is ugly

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I'm sick of toying with a broken idea
I'm sick of thinking there's a reason I'm here
We're just puppets in a simulation
We're just puppets in a simulation
With a pipe dream like a pipe bomb in the 80s
White screen, being brainwashed to a regime
Stuck getting lead like we're dogs out the kennel
All this trauma in the name of a medal

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You will notice when I'm not around
10 minutes to late to say you're sorry
At first they love you, then they're stubbing you out
We kill each other for some juice and a bit of clout

In progress we test man-made devices
Getting tired of migrants, the only ones trying
You will stare in admiration
You will stop what you're doing
Cut the tension with a butter knife
You are not in control
The moment the world stands still
You are not in control the moment the world stands still
You are not in control, you are not in control, you are not in control
You are not in control

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