Lyrics

This house is not a home;
Rollcage and crumple zone
Freedom is violence;
You have everything you need
Tear away through burning grass;
Bruised chrome and broken glass
First man, then machine;
Unlike any other
Feel the push of an unseen hand;
Control without command
From driveways of suburban homes;
We go anywhere we please
Feel the pulse of a pierced aorta;
We can all breathe under water.
Always there for you;
There is no substitute
Unlike any other
Written by: Joseph Oxley
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