three times a day a disgusting product rests in walking graves lies between your teeth with no voices to scream and all the blood to bleed we fight losing
funeral three times a day a disgusting product rests in walking graves lies between your teeth with no voices to scream and all the blood to bleed we fight
"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take
bother knocking I'm a grandfather clockin' everything you do I'm seeing through you faultiness So sprinkle me but not with saltiness The ghetto taught me this I fought for this, I fight
criticize the things I dunno I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, but this one thing I know YOUR LOVE IS BETTER THAN LIFE Without your love, I?m just a broken machine
things I dunno I dunno, I dunno, I dunno but this one thing I know Your love is better than life Without Your love, I?m just a broken machine Your love
that big machine that ran on human hope and steam Bets on John were far between and mostly on the side We heard he put up quite a fight his hands and
's tryin' ta survive to the final bell, what a fight You never will conquer the champion, ooh, ooh You never will conquer the champion I stream machine
for one and one for all So don't stand back - we are unite - you are not alone Let us fight - fight - not alone Fight, fight, fight, fight 'Cause we
' changed still, party and bullshit We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out Machine
Screams of terror across the sea Begging for mercy in their one final plea Soldiers prepare to fight to death Killing and fighting to their last breath
fight Death for one and all They storm the gates on hopes to be free Many trampled in the frenzied flee Many fall as machine guns roar See yourself,
you as cannon fodder! Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are
The signs of the times. War machines spring to life, and we sit and wonder why? When we bought into all their lies. Allowed our leaders to steal our rights
for which we yearned we regained our will to fight We must resolve this human equation We're already dead if we don't try To welcome challenge, generic variation Stop the machines
never take my coin I say, "I got thirty dollars in my pocket, whatchoo doin'?" I holler, "Come on, Cecil, take a dollar Come on, Cecil, take a ten I've finally
a condemned man's stare But we all cheered wildly, a photograph was taken As he waved a piece of paper in the air Now, the disco machine lives in Munich
When you say that's it boy I'm finally beat You're goin' ninety miles an hour Down a dead end street You don't want to fight no more You think that you
