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Toy soldiers in lines fall like dominoes One mans trash is cash, for some it's liquid gold Said that you love me, you make me feel ugly You said that you love me, but you make me feel ugly TV screens, adverts, and the grown men Crying like infants for no reason People make mountains out of mud hills Boys with their toys, and flexing their muscles U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y When pigment's a depiction of class When your body has to be wine glass You drop your guard, you realise it's hard It's ugly SongtexteLoving is brittle, plastic but soft in the middle The same as Skittles When vultures perch with a piercing grin Your boss won't fuck off and you're on the brink The rent is due and you're overspent The world is ugly The world is ugly, the world is ugly, the world is ugly U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y I'm sick of toying with a broken idea I'm sick of thinking there's a reason I'm here We're just puppets in a simulation We're just puppets in a simulation With a pipe dream like a pipe bomb in the 80s White screen, being brainwashed to a regime Stuck getting lead like we're dogs out the kennel All this trauma in the name of a medal U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y You will notice when I'm not around 10 minutes to late to say you're sorry At first they love you, then they're stubbing you out We kill each other for some juice and a bit of clout In progress we test man-made devices Getting tired of migrants, the only ones trying You will stare in admiration You will stop what you're doing Cut the tension with a butter knife You are not in control The moment the world stands still You are not in control the moment the world stands still You are not in control, you are not in control, you are not in control You are not in control U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y Aus Songtexte Mania