We were neurophobic and perfect The day that we lost our souls Machines that wished they were human If they cry they will rust And I was a hand grenade
and Indian women, creating Latinos Mother fuckers made me out of self richeous hatred And you got yourself a virus, stuck in the Matrix A suicide bomber
and Indian women, creating Latinos Mother fuckers made me out of self riteous hatred And you got yourself a virus, stuck in the Matrix A suicide bomber
On the road less traveled In a suicide machine I went the extra mile To see where it would lead Wound up in a picture show I thought would never end A mask on my face
There's a man of conviction who's all too ready for war There's a man with a number who cannot commit murder And a fallen idea soon becomes suicide Fallen
in the harbor there's a cementary full of our heroes and martyrs and our road is paved with the beast of intentions there's an answering machine answering at suicide
Are you glad to see how far you've come? You're a wizard in a blizzard A mystical machine gun Mystical machine gunfire Watch the skies For the mystical machine
greed In case Tommy Turbulence located the matrix then impedes(ooh) whistle b in dirge bout the boogie burst classic helen fell in haunted machines screened by similars that pagan act of suicide
's here to catch me when I fall Death is on my side....suicide! A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on and passed
?C? // Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion beam for longevity // For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories // The first time-machine
same, dead and common place, spitting in the face of god, annihilation interface, creation of a hell on earth, traces of your life erased, machines are
marketing healthcare. They demonize welfare. Middle class eliminated, rich get richer till the poor get educated. But some of y'all still haven't grown into your face, And your face
them die Make them die In this land there's no return Everybody licensed to thrill A killer alien selling point Invasion can be fun Martian war death machine
fast, fast jungle king of the road fast, fast jungle got a suicide machine big bad jungle flying down high down the sewer streets sailing down the river
Fast, fast jungle king of the road fast, fast jungle got a suicide machine big bad jungle flying down high down the sewer streets sailing down the river
So take my hand I'll be your guide Bloodstains on the desert ground One the battlefield of wrath Who starts the war machine? Face the fact The final
Oh the state office looked It looked like Hollywood With make-up bleeding All over the cracks Wo he blew his lines Facing the cameras He suffered the