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Time Machine Desert Of Souls

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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

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