Songtexte:
Time Machine Desert Of Souls

left deserts behind cleaned and burned. Barren landscapes. Contaminated soil. By polluting our rivers, we poison our blood. By devastating our forest, we slaughter our souls

debatin usin machine squirters Brrap, that trigger's my tongue, I let you lick it Nigga that, fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, whole clique up The Lord call for your soul, it's time

eyes Destruction a product to develop and enhance Presidential fees, blood from overseas Spilled, uphill, peace of mind I'm, waiting for, waiting for the time Inner soul

In a hospital room with a ceiling fan Lying on my back being honest Reminds me when times were the hardest The sounds and the screams the machines where

the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine

for And if one man can stand tall There must be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere, in the spirit of man PARSON: Once there was a time when I believed

electric until machine and soul are one. I?ve see the tweaker struggle? syringes lined the floor. A cycle churned to life by dead end jobs and a government?s war. In Time

the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine

"I am the last human being alive. I am inside a machine called the Dream Sequencer on a deserted Mars colony. I have selected the program called "The