Ross Robinson - Mannequin Republic lyrics

They call it a wasteland, auslander plates You know its armor was human Drove stakes into the main camps Eye sockets sank to the back of his head again This frequency was jet lagged Yes, the wrinkles mate Were the owner's manual Were the owner's manual [Incomprehensible] Frequent flyers in denial And all the while, emergency is evident Revenants were the statues Radar learning of huddled ma**es Sutured all the patience of this nursing home Emitted from the pages of this burial ground Sutured all the patience of this nursing home Emitted from the pages of this burial ground Labor concentrated in this sheepless chapel Labor concentrated in this sheepless chapel They call it a wasteland, they call it a wasteland, baby They call it a wasteland, they call it a wasteland, baby They call it a, they call it a, they call it a, they call it a Sutured all the patience of this nursing home Emitted from the pages of this burial ground Sutured all the patience of this nursing home Emitted from the pages of this burial ground