my head with simple thoughts And let me breathe instead of being taught All bottled up and tearing at the seams I'm bored Just let me breathe A daily
over Crawling up Stumbilng all around Losing my place Only to find I've come full circle Flying Off the Hand With careful with That axe Eugene Gene the dance machine
You come around but you never come close to I can see it inside your face You're in the wrong place I implore you to comprehend I'm more machine now
I think this building is gonna come down soon. I step out, I breathe. I'm back on the street I think this body has got to come down soon. And in my machine
Machines Seeds Of Destruction Feeding Their Hate Slowly Killing Indians As They Burn Thier Sacred Place Opress Depress Famine Asphyxiation No Air To Breath
murdering machines Eroding their destruction Seeding their hate Slowly killing indians As they burn their sacred place Opress, depress Famine, asphyxiation No air to breathe
: She casts no shadow in the streets of the dead machines and ruined children are the angels in our dreams And these are changes in a world she used
and terror to the cities of man Open Oberammergau Like hell was a womb, it tore And from the womb the creatures poured Troll, goblin, Manticore Siege machine
To their machines we're marching with Captain Ludd in mind The final march begins, down with all kings The shroud we weave completed The air we breathe
death to kill is the ultimate sin Surrounded by death, you?ll breathe your last breath The countdown to extinction now begins This killing machine, a
to catch our breath raised glass kiss of death all the saints fucking lied Jesus Christ load the guns of war say goodbye to all your filthy looters greed machine
you're gonna lose no matter how you try your just gonna abuse your last breath i've been watching you mind you've only been working on another me a smiling female machine
fall apart at the seams, To fall apart at the seams? The kindest man I knew, The kindest man I?d seen; Was tied to a machine, The kind that makes you breathe
re waking in the morning Spent the night trying to bond with the moon She never loved you Just a hot-wired, two-seat, jumped up, splitscreen, dream machine
: [answering machine] (beep) Then you know what you can do You can be a couple of pleasers And take some tweazers And bust every hair on my nutsack Paste
few seconds he looked at me With a curious mixture of exhaustion and apology Then, calmed, he closed his eyes Two minutes later he gave out his last breath
: Forward moving, never slowing A soulles machine that hungers for victory Tear through the soil, tear through the soul Power in motion, daunting procession
: I'm born I'm alive I breathe. In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere, Upon which I reside, Is asleep on its feet. Should I go back to sleep?
