People For The Ethical Threatment Of Artists

Their eyes are colored green
Looking to steal some dreams
Remorse has no name in this coporation
They need you to become the puppet they want
To mold into something you're not

We need something
To make the water safe again
Safe for us
For everyone that's in

The monster's coming
To take control, yeah
We're not selling
Not selling souls

Let's break the stilts off
The men up above
And watch as they
Fall towards the end

We need something
To make the water safe again
Safe for us
For everyone that's in

The monster's coming
To take control, yeah
We're not selling
Not selling souls