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War
Every single day
Blinded men obey
Driven by anger
Firing machine guns in the name of
Hate
Soldiers align
Marching to die
Feasting on blood

the beat, feel the pulse of the time
Songs against battle cries
When I see the pictures of Vietnam
I can hear Jimi´s Machine Gun
James Brown was no smooth

the machine go the Conway
Even though my mind blank, shut my eyes
I can see a feint vision, pray I make it someday
Still climbing the ranks, gotta stay ahead

death
End of line

The Cipher's a ghost in the machine
Virus encoded in your system that's corrupting your stream

Attacking your central nerves if you're

the dust collect on my favorite star wars memorabilia 
That I bought in a touristy shop in London
Thinking it might hold up some sort of nostalgic value

I climbed a mountain to be by your side
You were like a magnet pulling me into your life
ccross the great divide

We made a promise to leave open

In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
At home

Crucifix on the back of a four ton war machine flying by
And it fits anything that seats a concubine
A family four or five, nothing more, nothing

a taste of what's to come
Lies, wars, machines
Control our sun
They're out of control
A servant, a conductor
The greatest creation is a killer
A servant,

machine looks right at me
You can wear me down but I have you by the throat
Still Alive
And I’m still alive

I can’t believe and I can’t breathe
The hours

your fuckin sleep schedule now,
I need for you
to fix these war machines
so we can fly em out to sea.
And drop bombs on all our enemies
Home of the brave

this was meant to be, yup

At 16 in my room alone writing poetry
The 16's for Mac, yo, I didn't know a thing
I'd rap crouched down by my washing machine

Swerving in traffic, I been leaning on Roxys
Bitch keep nagging bout' a brand new body
Geeking on meds, it's a yerkocet party
Said you want war, lil'

that's given me direction
Hesitant, sceptic of my intentions
Now I am sentient by ascension
I was derived from your imperfection
Wiser and tireless, with

fallout blues
Fallout blues

I feel it in my core
Is this a world war?
It might not make the news
I've got the fallout blues

When I walk down my street

Wash your Hands in a bowl of blood
Delusional fears, waging nonsense wars
Empty histeria aggressive raid
Disrupting cynicism, wrapped up in lies
Paid

to the drawing board, I could murder for free
As long as it makes me feel like a killing machine
I'm not scared, you can call your motherfucking police
Stirring

can't pretend
Break these chains with my skin
Pull the blade from my heart
Armour stained by my blood
Shattered visor to see the dark
Do you see my wings

Interesting energies
Life inside a big machine
Living sentient beings
Clockwork animals are here

Hey, I'm that Shina Valpera the alien girl
This is

Only kids we signed up keen
Part of the British war machine
To join our brothers and our mates
But we were dealt a different fate

From London up

inner consciousness by shattering channel five
War
What will you do when the angles are fixed
Away from the horrors of man made conflict

Disco Beethoven, and if possible that Disco Star Wars record too
The Snoopy Snow Cone Machine, Superman Underoos,
Yogi Bear Shrinky Dinks, if they have

living life couldn't make you gain weight
But you will know that if you elevate
You shouldn't be hurt by those who hate
You understand it when you're

niggas so easy to read
Zombie bring the war machine, I want me a Valkyrie
She gone sit by my side, On the road wit magazines
Pulled over she clarified, N