plenty people runnin' Runnin' for cover Hoping at best To hold off all the rest Once last stand At the bunker fire Machine gun And pitchfork at breast
s plenty people runnin' runnin' for cover- Hoping at best to hold off al the rest Once last stand at the bunker fire Machine gun and pitchfork and breast
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
it's suicide I'm a prisoner in 72nd Street And it's suicide I'm a prisoner in 72nd Street Assembly line living machine Mass production bought sight
hort)] Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene Money shot to a Three movies But everything's straight like 9:15 It's back to the time machine, I believe Back
the day it climbed down from the trees, But still we keep our heads held high whilst crawling on our knees. I hope I never live to see the 'perfect'
bio-weapons More devastating than atomic warfare War machine fueled by disease Specters of epidemic Regions, condemned by contamination No hope, for
Lean mean unclean ammo for the gun-machine Cannonfodder driven by fear Last-class raw mass victims of the puppeteer Human driftwood lepers pariah Suicide
coast is still clear, All dressed up with some medicine for luck How I hope that you're still here, When I return. Burning bridges is a form of suicide
'all that they put in front of me See they harden till I step up, then they run from me Cause Myke Miers is much more than a man Part machine with a mic
And it's suicide I'm a prisoner in 72nd Street And it's suicide I'm a prisoner in 72nd Street Assembly line living machine Mass production bought sight
(feat. Jason Navarro from Suicide Machines) Just like in New Orleans you are all now under marshal law And what ever happened to America, land of the