(Bow the paper gods)
(In the sky of grey)
(All the fools in town, are ruling today, today)
(All) out to the paper cuts (the paper)
In a world that is paper filled
(The gods) fools in town
(In the sky) a room in now (are grey)
(All the fools in town) bleeding from paper cuts
(Are rule) money for headshots (ing today)
Fools leading (today)
Who needs it?
"Hey girl, want it all?", the talkin' man declares
Go runnin' to be first in line, for what?
Nobody cares!
The next thing you must have, some piece with a matching bag
It's nothing to be glad about or sad when you forget about it
And while the race is on
The rest will run the street
The slave are in sweatshop putting trainers on your feet
And walkin' through the rain
Oblivious to pain
To shelter from the blame without a reason to complain about it!
Don't complain about it
Don't complain about it
Forget about it
Bow to the paper gods
In a world that is paper thin
The fools in town
Are ruling now
Bleeding from papercuts
And money for headshots
Fools leading
Who needs it?
She's staring out in underwear from your computer screen
It's all on sale for dirty cash, we can wash it clean
So hang it out online, confess and you'll feel fine
And if you got the time to spare we want to know
Which name you're wearing
And when the final curtain finally comes down
We'll all be in the party room
No why's, or if's or how?
The total human race became a basket case
It's nothing to lose face about it
It's really not a place to doubt it
Bow to the paper gods
In a world that is paper thin
The fools in town
Are ruling now
Bleeding from papercuts
And money for headshots
Fools leading
Who needs it?
(Paper gods falling down)
(With paper house, paper town)
(Paper gods falling down)
(A paper world just falling down)
(Paper gods falling down)
(With paper house, paper town)
(Paper gods falling down)
(A paper world is falling down)
(Falling down, falling down, falling down)
(Falling down, falling down, falling down)
Bow to the paper gods
In a world that is paper thin
The fools in town
Are ruling now
Bleeding from papercuts
They go for the money-shots
The fools leading
Who needs them?
(All the paper gods in a sky of grey, all the fools in town, are ruling today, today)
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