Texty:
Dead World The Machine

conceals the lies. Carbon copied acquiescence, faceless suit and tie. Crawl back in your holes, when the work day's through... One cog in the machine, the machine

's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston

Livin' in another world, livin' in another time Like a comet I was hurled, oh, livin' in another world Jupiter Hollow so far, so near Like a time machine

a rough night The night's just begun Let a little bit of this A pass with this gun Don't let it hold you back But you're already set No dead flowers

bird you killed at your father's feet Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel Leave the dead starlet

choked out? (Just another victim) The most miserable son of a bitch on the planet The human suplex machine Hey, I'm the end of the world on this son

out!) I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin Clinically brain dead

The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem, late last night And the magic rat drove his sleek machine, over Jersey state line Barefoot girl, sitting on the

it"} You could be that dude in cement shoes or the next soft nigga on this evening's news Rap beef, street beef, breeze through crews Freeze, handguns, machine