King Mob Lyrics
What Are The Lyrics For King Mob By The Damage Manual? King mob in a plastic iceberg Smoking water damaged cigarettes Observe as he works your wasteland Pulling punches that you never met Controlled in a listless air stream Jets are breathing in his latex eyes True to form, he is scared to touch them And your wasteland stays vandalized Success in a cut glass wardrobe All the clothes loose like shredded hair Dream escapes to a closet class war King mob in a smashed wheel chair Nerve gas for the walking wounded Suffocating in a sadists' prayer Flaming horses on a fading landscape Break the surface but there is no air King mob as he vents his anger Throws a brick through the city gates Backfires on his wordless offspring The population disintegrates Cold stream plus a wash of carbon Drives his mind like an engine room Cogs turning like a flawed stage whisper King mob sings a lifeless tune Surface stop Pressure drop King mob Faded wrists and the risks worth taking Cleans his blade with dreams he froze Metal moments fed on foreign textures Breaks his mind with the things he knows King mob at his withered console Electric arcades run on secret oils Flicks a switch and he's the God of anger Pulls a handle and the wasteland spoils
Who Wrote King Mob By The Damage Manual? Christopher Connelly, Geordie Walker, John Wardle, Martin Atkins
What's The Duration Of The King Mob By The Damage Manual? The duration of King Mob is 6:50 minutes and seconds.

King Mob