a change The point of view of other people's lives And this might not be what you see as a truth But let's try not to stereotype realities All my people
Traduction: The Suicide Machines. Tous mes gens.
for a change The point of view of other people's lives And this might not be what you see as a truth But let's try not to stereotype realities All my people
and Indian women, creating Latinos Mother fuckers made me out of self richeous hatered And you got yourself a virus, stuck in the Matrix A suicide bomer
away From the screen, oh people It will tell you nothing more Don?t suck the milk of flaccid Bill K. Public?s empty promise To the people that the public
at the end of my night I'm alive in a city of dead people rising for work And as they ride through the cycle The machine revving up, I feel a little suicidal
in the road I don't know when I'm going, crazy" [vocal gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds] [Royce Da 5'9"] Verbalizin my fiend murder Communicatin while you debatin usin machine
people think im BONKERS Society is smothering me, this place is where people fuck quietly and they have bland orgasms, suburbia is so beautiful expansive green lawns for expensive white people
to any conversation the only feelings hurt are mine don't know the whole story this shit is getting boring don't even have your own mind adopting other peoples
Held back by walls of security, that I just could never see, held people at arms length devoid of human contact Cannot express emotion I try with all
sides to every story, which one is true? when you're on the outside looking in.... stereotypes, well i've heard a few but i guess that, that its nothing new people
other kids came in for the kill, Then something hit my head, I was rendered unconscious If I died on that hill, to you, it really wouldn't matter Some people
keeping us back maybe it is a lack of something called respect something i wish you had, but never will well you think that you're better, i think you're wrong two bull headed people
We're bred to follow and be devoured, to feed the machine. it's like suicide of the self, the mind. Killing the free will, the transcending. Twisting
'll go crying to his 'Mother' when he sees the cradle fall. I am human--I was made to be the ultimate machine, With the power at my fingertips to realise
lot ofa?¦ Last breath is leave your mouth A lot of hate, a lot ofa?¦ Civilizations before burning A lot of pain, a lot of heart The people after humanity
and Indian women, creating Latinos Mother fuckers made me out of self richeous hatred And you got yourself a virus, stuck in the Matrix A suicide bomber
and Indian women, creating Latinos Mother fuckers made me out of self riteous hatred And you got yourself a virus, stuck in the Matrix A suicide bomber
