(This machine it runs on war. This machine it wants a war.)
This machine it runs on war Mass extinction puts it's feet up, counting bodies as they hit the floor This machines it runs on war Its operators counting money as the tanks move forward
As the tanks move forward This machine, this machines wants to go to war
This business is a pimp making the world its whore Raping, killing, mutilating, taking shit and counting the bodies The money piling up as it raises a cup of blood The greedy smile of a machine Cheers to the
Billions made, as millions die Thousands of people don't know Which side to fight Mass distraction, as hundreds scream for justice A sick few make a profit from this wartorn life
Everybody wants a fucking leader, but leaders shouldn't lead people to their death Everyone is screaming propaganda… Methods of control like;
Nationalism, racism, monetary and involuntary incarceration. Blended with an idolisation of a nation; a deity or god This movement, that union... something to the tune of a religious institution. Celebrity or role model, smiling through their jaded view of life. Better yet, a political way of deflecting public sight of the wires that control this...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
