Nico Vega

We dear are all wooden dolls. Plastic hair on my head keeps me small.
These matters take more than just a song to see them,
we've got our own souls even if we're buried beneath them,
We know these roads because we paved them,
we collapse at once when we cage the rebel...ohohoho ohohoho...
We dear are all wooden dolls. Plastic hair on my head keeps me small.
These walls between men are built off of fear of eachother.
We misunderstand, the things that we say to eachother.