bryyn - rhine gooble



its only a world of jeans and t-shirts

that makes us all the same

its always the time to make a difference

my brain so twisted with the world



i try to walk on straight 

you still dont understand

the world is a transistor

youre standing in one place



dinosaurs and candy cats

they can play tick tacks 

with a tick tock from a clock so tall

theres only one way to climb

and thats down

under the ground

where the sound of footsteps

echoes in the dust

making us lust after those baby dolls

in their candy clothes 

with wicked eyes

theres no surprise



i work in a cubicle who are you

made of plasticine a human machine

starin through the lens of a microscope 

looking at the pieces of a rich mans dope



biding my time as a human sheep

dreaming of the places with a tireless sleep

working in a factory full of slaves

thinking just like a gerbil in a cage



dinosaurs...



the world is a transistor

the world is a transistor