King Mob Lyrics - Singles - The Damage Manual

King mob in a plastic iceberg 

Smoking water damaged cigarettes 

Observe as he works your wasteland 

Pulling punches that you never met 

Controlled in a listless air stream 

Jets are breathing in his latex eyes 

True to form, he is scared to touch them 

And your wasteland stays vandalized 

Success in a cut glass wardrobe 

All the clothes loose like shredded hair 

Dream escapes to a closet class war 

King mob in a smashed wheel chair 

Nerve gas for the walking wounded 

Suffocating in a sadists' prayer 

Flaming horses on a fading landscape 

Break the surface but there is no air 

King mob as he vents his anger 

Throws a brick through the city gates 

Backfires on his wordless offspring 

The population disintegrates 

Cold stream plus a wash of carbon 

Drives his mind like an engine room 

Cogs turning like a flawed stage whisper 

King mob sings a lifeless tune 

Surface stop 

Pressure drop 

King mob 

Faded wrists and the risks worth taking 

Cleans his blade with dreams he froze 

Metal moments fed on foreign textures 

Breaks his mind with the things he knows 

King mob at his withered console 

Electric arcades run on secret oils 

Flicks a switch and he's the God of anger 

Pulls a handle and the wasteland spoils