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Hypnotised

SLAVES · Take Control 2016 · Track 03 of 16

On a glassy eyed stare, a passing idea Hold on just a minute let me stop you right there Pick yourself up boy, dust yourself down Nothing going on in this imaginary town Italian cars, reality stars, fuck no Fuck no. no thank you

Video games, eating your brains Transmitters controlling the perceptions of pain Feelings are reduced, need another boost Neck another can, satisfy your sweet tooth Exclusive bars, reality stars. fuck no No, no thanks

Hypnotised TV Hypnotised HD Hypnotised 3G Spending time, dribbling

So the mouth goes slack, no turning back Spine turns to liquid, the room turns black Oh what a waste, what a catastrophe Oh what a world oh what a tragedy Reality stars, fuck no Push up bras, reality stars. Fuck no

Hypnotised TV Hypnotised HD Hypnotised 3G Spending time, drooling

So the bones grow weak, the scene looks bleak It may just sound strange but it's far from unique Just another case of couch obesity Pick yourself up boy, find some dignity Chocolate bars, la la la's. Fuck no No no no no thank you

Hypnotised TV Hypnotised HD Hypnotised 3G Hypnotised, dribbling

Hypnotised TV Hypnotised HD Hypnotised 3G Spending time, eating junk food

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