Texty:
The Suicide Machines Our Time

, got no time I got no time for myself Got no, got no time I got no time for myself Got no, got no time I got no time for myself Got no, got no time

I got no time! How can it end when it never began? Why can't I win when I know I can? Seems that we've forgotten about the mess were in Which way do

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

raining down from above don't know what we're thinking in a life there's no love let's start a war for financial stability this world has become our graveyard

years - You can never bring me back We lived our lives hard - And we lived our lives fast - Fightin for the future Still e struggle with our past - And

many have to die Till we put away our hate - And we open up our eyes Until we open up our eyes - Until we open up our eyes - Until we open up our eyes

fucking sides blow our cool over different states of mind we collide over stupid fucking sides swallow our pride because of what our friends think swallow our pride because of what our

concerened with capital broadening class lines broken by the bastards that regulate your wages poverty is our crime and employment is our cage its 1998 and the time

lived to curse 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