The Slow Readers Club - Killing Me

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The kings sit pride of place far above the chaos
Lords of time and space try their best to jail us
Silence is killing me killing me, driving me mad
Son I’m a slave to technology, talk through the glass
Launch an atom bomb, don’t want to work on Monday
A martyr to the cause, find some meaning some day
Silence is killing me killing me
Driving me mad. Son I’m a slave to technology
Talk through the glass
Wretched injustice has swallowed me whole
All kinds of hoodlums who want you to sell your soul
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Wretched injustice has swallowed me whole
All kinds of hoodlums who want you to sell your soul
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Silence is killing me killing me, driving me mad
Son I’m a slave to technology, talk through the glass