Tekst:
The Suicide Machines Face Another

i'm keeping the pace can we all keep up with this world's rat race? climb out of bed and just help add to the fray you've got to stand and face another

but i'm keeping the pace can we all keep up with this world's rat race? climb out of bed and just help add to the fray you've got to stand and face another

of shame Once was a face now is only just a name The gift of life that we were treating like a game then Something else dies inside me stripped away by another

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

, will it ever matter, nothing's ever relevant. disconnecting human energy, wasting ammunition on respect tap into another source of X. why, suicide

He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same Especially when there's nothing to gain He was the illest alive but nobody would face it he spit

Make 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