Baby Woodrose - Nothing Is Real | Текст песни

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• Baby Woodrose
• Nothing Is Real

I was born in a junk yard
And told culture is my friend
That money is my god
And the vultures my government

You’re making me feel like nothing is real

I was raised in a wasteland
Circled in by electric fence
My food grows out of a trash can

And turns plastic in the end

You’re making me feel like nothing is real

I grew up in a treadmill
At the bombshell factory
They tell me war is peace
And TV is reality

But I don’t wanna feel like nothing is real

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