Bipolar Song 8 – Toxicity by System of a Down (as requested by Michael)

Lyrics: 

Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub

Eating seeds is a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

Now, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

More wood for the fires, loud neighbours
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck

Eating seeds is a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

Now, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

Now, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

When I became the sun
I shone life into the man’s hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man’s hearts

THANKS FOR THE SUGGESTION MICHAEL

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