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The Suicide Machines Sides

so we don't need jerks who take stupid fucking sides then we collide over stupid fucking sides blow our cool over different states of mind we collide over stupid fucking sides

wide so we don't need jerks who take stupid fucking sides then we collide over stupid fucking sides blow our cool over different states of mind we collide over stupid fucking sides

only way to get out soon I suicide Born in a morning hall Pale souls built a frozen world Infected brains Will never reach the other side The other side

parts tiger and one part snake I'll ball you to sleep and I'll bite you awake And I'm so good that I don't have to brag I need an adding machine to count

way too 'Cause I know I don't have any regrets I was a Thursday morning And the sun was shining It felt good to be alive A perfect day with you by my side

planet The kingdoms of Africa and Mesopotamia Machine gunnin' your body with depleted uranium This is the age of micro chips and titanium The dark side

Crisis feed the lunacy, all fear the new machine Consumed democracy returns a socialist regime It's laid to rest without contest, all hail the new incompetence

tune revolves like rotor Whilst I decode-a the cranium of Yoda Rehearsing steadily, growing I sing tweeter, mid-range And woofers need guarding The bells rip your auditory canal Plagiarism is suicide

Want to commit suicide 'Cause you've been denied of your 9 to 5 You're in 2 deep And you're over 10 And watch CNN and believe everything You're in 2 deep