People For The Ethical Treatment Of Artists

Their eyes are colored green

Looking to steal some dreams

Remorse has no name

In this corporation

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 man 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