They have sent you a letter To come back home to play But to your dismay This isn't your day For the happy fun time has begun to fade Watch as we reanimate our corpses you abandoned We're dismantled, we're mishandled But we won't be skipped and swayed Trapped within these walls You left our souls to drip away The ink decays, the walls at bay But the reckoning has come today You say Boris has no guts 'cause you replaced it with mechanical strain We've been tortured but we move forward This disorder kills your day!
