Flon Song lyrics

Monotone and groaning
You are outside of my range
A secret door that strained to close
And sealed without a trace

There's a human shape that begs for it
There's a feel good message behind this sh*t
And I swear to God if everything
Would cleanse out of this world

A terrorized populace
Makes a cold unflinching dish
The program has succeeded
And the culling will subsist

A harried automaton
That leaves its skin to shed
And out of sight and mind
And blood and sweat begets

This hardened tongue of minе
It's scrolling at a distance and inspires me to liе