Fighting our way through the midst of the night Taking the life from young souls Marching our armies prepared to fight The cities all laid destroyed Machine
not here Ulla! Journalist: The steamer began to move slowly away ? but on the landward horizon appeared the silhouette of a fighting machine. Another
, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Feel alone, final blow We, the animals, take control Hear us now, clear and sure Wretches and Kings, we come for you Still alone, fight
work of a Machine! [D.Gildenlow/Hallgren] [Hallgren] Here in a world split to nations We fail to see the relations Between the Wheel and the Machine
divided by machines And the ones who had nothing were the ones who had the wings The sky boy just wanted everything to be equal From full-time lover to now fighting
The machines and women whined A country song as blue as the sea That stretched so far between Like the prayers and the dreams Of the men who where fighting
take my coin I say, " I got thirty dollars in my pocket! Whatchoo doin' ? " I holler, " Come on, Cecil, take a dollar! Come on, Cecil, take a ten! I've finally
final scrutiny of the Elders, I ask that I be allowed to gaze into the sidereal vista once more, to witness the final outcome of that great struggle which
for one and one for all So don't stand back - we are unite - you are not alone Let us fight - fight - not alone Fight, fight, fight, fight 'Cause we
The signs of the times. War machines spring to life, and we sit and wonder why? When we bought into all their lies. Allowed our leaders to steal our rights
You found the world with your eyes and set the struggle alight. I turned it back, black and white, so I could stay out of sight. We fight each other
criticize the things I dunno I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, but this one thing I know YOUR LOVE IS BETTER THAN LIFE Without your love, I?m just a broken machine
built for one purpose, to destroy Wiley's army of evil robots. Ready, willing, prepared to fight Cutman Gutsman Elecman Bombman Fireman Iceman Proto Fireman: Attack! Narrator: Fight
shapes disappear Where daylight fails There is no sorrow No hope No life No tomorrow It's frozen situation The final score There is no imagination of anything Fight
is the end, the final fight Spitting fire as it rolls across the grave Unearthly force and cruel design Feel the tremors of a sadistic death machine
big machine that ran on human hope and steam. Bets on John were far between and mostly on the side. We heard he put up quite a fight. His hands and feet
does it ring any bells that it sells that we're living out of shells in a shotgun, if we couldn't shoot, we'd have to run, and finally the cerebral fantasy, better genes and machines
still _Party and Bullshit_ We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out _Machine Gun