Mental plate
Mental plate
On dark roads I travel.
Rebellion flag as my banner
Banned from bringing out my thoughts
I spit in the faces of society robots.
I hit metal plated heads hard.
Destruct minds and bring them to the Junkyard
Puzzle with your parts
Find out they aren’t replaceable
Scan your hard disk drive and acknowledge not all
Memories are erasable.
So drive hard to crash controlled behaviour.
Mind without a metal plate is a personal saviour.
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| Auteur: Cappy | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 juli 2004 | ||
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