Slaves To Gravity Mr Regulator
Mr Regulator you don't seem to recognize me
I'm the scum you buried under all your precious code
Far from in the grave you laid i've waited
And watched you dance upon the hollow ground
Whatever lies you wanna sell
I only buy from myself
My little hate born of a witch
If i burn I got nothing left to learn
Reckless instigator you can hide but I will find you
Circling the sun with all your faithful satellites
Hold your own against a horde of angels
Electric inspiration to the dead
Whatever lies you wanna sell
I only buy from myself
My little hate born of a witch
If i burn I got nothing left to learn
All this in mind
You're on the outside
