Lyric Prosthetic Head

I see you, down in the front line
Such a sight for sore eyes you re a suicide makeover
Plastic eyes lookin through a numbskull
Self effaced,
what s his hace,
you erased yourself so shut up
You don t let up.

You have a growth that must be treated,
like a severed severe pain in the neck
You can smell it but you can t see it
No explanation identified cause you don t know
You don t say
And you got no reply.

Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead,
you re an inbred bastard son
All dressed up,
red blooded,
Amannequin
Do or die,
no reply,
don t deny that you re syntethic,
you re pathetic.