conceited Our mission remains overcome Anyone?s freedom to be Souls bound to fight, forced to die in inferno Forced to kill each other, then called to life again 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
dog, smash and scrape Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights Trust me they start tellin' who blast the weight Bleek a three time felon
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
"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
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
the distance... I watch the great fall of man Time after time Time of redemption shall come in the end... Lead us from slavery We cry...after time... Time
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
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
dog , smash and scrape Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight Bleek a three time felon
I remember the times when I was a child and the world was full of grace the wind would whisper of miracles and a secret magic place but the sun went down
You don't want to deal Workin' for the minimum Tryin' hard to feel like You ain't just another fool A cog in their machine That's sucking the soul of
