Mass production

Chorus:
The moon was shining illuminating the shoreline, where they walked together hand in hand.
She smiled and he lauged and they sunk into the sand.
Two lovers hand in hand.

Verse:
The mass production: our under construction,
Reproduction never cease, abduction of the mind,
deductions of the spine, functions meet junctions where consumption of the dimes goes to the gumption of the assumption that all eruptions are somethin' from the crimes and corruptions that are kept locked in the dungeuns, stocked with precautions that are dumped in while harm jumps in with his pumps and he bumps into conjunctions who's tough and buff and scuffs and puffs and stumps his toe, stubs his flow, don't go in harms way. The drugs are the rugs that are leading the way. The gate is open and copin' with the brain. On one shoulder was a boulder the other is colder, he's older and bolder. So, he told her like he told ya: "I'm goin' to sell my soul"

Chorus:
The moon kept shining a spotlight over the ocean. It was a lighthouse for the two... lovers in a trance dancing to the sound of waves: two lovers hand in hand.

verse:
I'm telling you, my luck and nike shoe will buy me a few rounds on the grounds of the towns of the cool. But the fool sits on the stool stubborn as a mule. He rules his life with a knife in his sock, and a mock in his talk, and is locked with the rocks in his pock-it will talk more than a sock in the heart, and a knife in the part of the body that is oddly the start of the transaction. Man's action: exactly what happened? a sack of rocks he slings at the man in the center, the one that has never been through all of the above or some of. Cast the first stone at the sinner, whose dinner is thinner than his own bones. Ownin' loans moans and groans of the drones of the masses. And we pick on the fat kid with the glasses. Evil minds make friendly passes. Secret fascists, governments on top of secrets just ask us.

Chorus:
The moon was beckoning the two lovers to come closer to the light it shines in the night.
And the closer they came the more perfect the rhythm became, as they danced to the waves.

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