Wounded World

Mission of Burma

I'm a puppet, you're a puppet too 
A dancing fool, jiggle me at my joints 
Once, you were on my side 
But I will make you wish that I had died 
I had died 
I had died 
I had died 
I had died 
Wounded 

Oooo 

Thanks for all of your health and perfection 
Oh yeah 
The machines 
We have built 
For the end 

Another year, another friend or foe 
Burn their cities, scorch the earth below 
The times have changed and so too have our needs 
This time it's you on which the fire feeds 
Fire feeds 
Fire feeds 
Fire feeds 
Fire feeds 
Wounded 

If you laugh at my jokes 
You will pay for it, oh yeah 
When your friends are enemies 
You'll be sold 

Thanks for all of your health and perfection 
Oh yeah 
The machines 
We have built 
For the end 

Wounded 
World 
Wounded


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