Cancel My Soul

The screen spits empty words right into my face,
In my pocket's a ticket to a grassless place.
I'm just a barcode in this stupid game,
And every step I take is written in someone else's name.

Припев
Cancel my soul! Just hit delete!
My pulse is spam burning up in the heat.
Cancel my soul, erase this code,
I'm out of order, I'm a broken bot on the road!


The posters scream that I should be a brick wall,
But inside there is noise and a guilty freefall.
The system is freezing when I stare at the lock,
I pulled out the plug, I smashed up your clock.

Припев
Cancel my soul! Just hit delete!
My pulse is spam burning up in the heat.
Cancel my soul, erase this code,
I'm out of order, I'm a broken bot on the road!


The black box is smashed, and there's nothing inside.
I don't need your fake beauty or a place to hide.
No one will save me, no one will press restart,
This is my personal, crazy, avant-garde art.



Припев
Cancel my soul! Just hit delete!
My pulse is spam burning up in the heat.
Cancel my soul, erase this code,
I'm out of order, I'm a broken bot on the road!


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