At the Drive‐In - Mannequin Republic Lyrics

They'd call it a wasteland
Auslander plates
You know its armor was human
Drove stakes into the main camps
Eyesockets sank into
The back of its head again
This frequency was jet lagged
Yes the wrinkles mate
Was the owner's manual

Frequent flyers in denial
And all the while
Emergency is evident
Revenants were the statues
Radar learning of huddles masses
Sutured all the patience
Of this nursing home
Emitted from the pages
Of this burial ground

Labor concentrated
In this sheepless chapel
They call it a wasteland