Drops of blue injected in my eyes
In my skin a switch to turn it brown
Color charting crude in my hair
We are, we are getting better
We are, we are getting better
We are, we are growing
Fake at being stronger
Nowadays you feel no power then you're being
obsolete Being handsomer
All the things that you can do have
the power to make you feel so weak
Being stronger than Then I pull the throw away the pain that starts
to grow inside your mind Being slower
Now I'm nothing who was left of the precious humankind
We are stronger, boy
Crafted comb machine placed on my heart
A tiny seed engine so I can go fast
67 tools in my hand
We are,
we are growing Fake but we are,
we are stronger
Nowadays you feel no power then you're being obsolete
Being handsomer All the things that you can do have the power
to make you feel so weak Being stronger
What flies what we are
Being citadels
The flies what we are
We are stronger, boy