Текст песни Home to Any Possibility - Topiary Creatures

Kim Getty's got you chewing on your cheek
In-between shifts with the gag
Top slave on their finest dinner trays, with Machiavellian aromatics

Get your hands off my future
Get your claws off my time
You didn't teach me how to write this

Which of your kids are rooting for divorce?
You could guess if you tried
The great martyr's shock collar rules your life, and barely fits around your neck

Get your filth off my Sundays
Get your claws off my 9 pm
You didn't teach me how to write shit