People For The Ethical Treatment Of Artists (Downtown Singapore)

Their eyes are colored green Looking to steal some dreams Remorse has no name In this corporation They need you To become the puppet they want To mold into Something you're not We need something To make the water safe again Safe for us For everyone that's in The monster's coming To take control Yeah We're not selling Not selling souls Let's break the stilts off The man up above And watch as they Fall towards the end We need something To make the water safe again Safe for us For everyone that's in The monster's coming To take control Yeah We're not selling Not selling souls