They call me Terra Cotta,
‘Cuz I build ‘em like no one else can
Haha they call me Terra Cotta,
For my stones made out of man
Who are you?
Who are you?
The figments of my mind
What are you?
What are you?
Fruit scraped from the rind
Where are you?
Where are you?
A place that I can’t see
The zombies of my enemies,
Have grabbed ahold of me
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