Poaching Clean Water Lyrics

f*** it up!

Yeah, yeah!
Black market, poaching clean water
Artifical flavor, fresh fruit
But my time from a man on a corner
And the twilight sky is pay per view, pay per view...

Pay per view!

The controlling grip, an apocalyptic sadness
In the wink of a lurking shadow, the bill is always signed
A shameless waste, lost in its replication
I turn away, the truth is hard to find

I can feel it seeping through me, I can feel it seeping through
In a wave of thick distortion, it tries to reproduce...yeah!
I can feel it seeping through me, I can feel it seeping through
In a wave of thick distortion, it tries to reproduce...

Dead end...not through me!
Dead end...not through me!
To the tune of the fattest kickback
Polarizing stagnant pools of fame
Run a wire to a Tycoons briefcase
They're cut and dried all the same, all the same...

All the same!

Dead end...
Dead end...dead end...
Dead end...dead end...

A deceptive plan, it goes without approval
To a silent standing, standing, with twisted overtones
The fatal slip, an addictive innovation
I turn away, the trust is overthrown
I can feel it seeping through me, I can feel it seeping through
In a wave of thick distortion, it tries to reproduce...yeah!
I can feel it seeping through me, I can feel it seeping through
In a wave of thick distortion, it tries to reproduce...

Tradition...overdose...
No feelings...no remorse...

Dead end...not through me!
Dead end...not through me!

Not through me...dead end!

Dead end...dead end...

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Dead end!