Letra de Man Made - SOFIA ISELLA

"What'll make me a man?" he asked the man maker

He stands like a boulder made of rice paper

Watched death til it's like watching the weather

Innocence plucked out of eyes like couch feathers

We all sell our body one way or another

He's forehead to forehead with the people called "Other"

Live your life for the line in the front

The more you're a man, the less you react to blood

Oh man, you're winning the game

With the rules you wrote and the road you made

Oh boy, oh boy, you're having a ball

Man, you're winning it, winning it, winning it all

Oh man, you're winning the game

With the rules you wrote and the road you made

Oh boy, oh boy, you're having a ball

Man, you're winning it, winning it, winning it all

There's no salt on his skin, no water in face

You must let it be evaporated with rage

You'll be pure testosterone killed singing a war song

You will only see manhood when your sight is gone

You are one lonely motherfucker

There's dope and beer to replace a brother

You'll find your family another way

Jesus is the father that didn't run away

Oh man, you're winning the game

With the rules you wrote and the road you made

Oh boy, oh boy, you're having a ball

Man, you're winning it, winning it, winning it, winning it all

Oh man, you're looking haunted

With the laws you built and the roles you wanted

Oh boy, oh boy, you're looking pale

You got what you wanted

You're a man, you're a male

You're a man, you're a man, you're a man

You're a man, You're a man

Steve

Steve, wake up

Wake up Steve, you're a man

You're a man Steve

Steve, Steve

What the fuck is wrong with Steve?

He wears death's merch

Goes to every location that death promises

To be a dice roll randomisation

He holds onto God like a pillow that's torn

Clutching that cotton as he heads into war, so

So what are you doing here looking so small?

What aren't you cheering and stripping in the banquet hall?

You begged for power & power responded

You got the worst thing of all, everything you fucking wanted

Oh man, you're winning the game

With the rules you wrote and the road you made

Oh boy, oh boy, you're having a ball

Man, you're winning it, winning it, winning it, winning it all

Oh man, you got your guns and grenades

The kids are dead, the women are afraid

The boys are down there cheering in the crowd

Man oh man oh aren't you proud?

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