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Silent Screams in our heads
Making sure we wake up dead
Silent Screams only we can hear
Death is stalking but draws near

The war machine keeps moving

to keep the fire lit
Now my offspring’s getting older looking finer things
I can turn colder bi-polar when writing this
But I stay hoping still coping by

machine is original
Not to riddle the little you
Picture efficiency as pivotal
That wont stop and not for nothing
This is chess war is Benjie's not checkers

and leave like I'm supposed to
Thought the city needed me, I'm stuck here getting older
These post-war babies they bleed longer than soldiers
Now the blood's

I'm eatin' baklava with this bitch
I flew in from Moscow
You niggas can have the game back
Just not now machine, bitch

I'm out of my llama, I'm out

to feel something
Oh my, oh my, oh my

The war machines are coming
Hollywood tours too
They go hand in hand propaganda for two
Oh my, oh my, oh my

Now I'm

times ten now I am at the brink
Of collapsing from exhaustion I think
Six days have gone by but for me just a blank
So put me in a deep freeze
Lock me up

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,

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

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

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

It's that red, black and green dropping hot sixteens
Rage against the machine with a scope and a beam
Don't need a senzu bean, when battling my

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

old war profiteer
Don't wanna make Thanksgiving
Awkward this year
Listen Toblerone, don't you overload
You wanna keep your head when
You step in

that money machine
I count it up
Yet I stash don't flaunt
Where the cash at
Working this shit
Like it's the 5th of the month
Where your ass at
Lurking

that I have seen, 
I have watched my brothers get thrown into that machine        
But no more the time is now 
To burn this old prison to the ground!

Mmmmm mmmmmm
Mmmm mmmmmm
No gyal can style we
Curtain man can't even stand by we

Money affi mek, if the money pile up
We still haffi find it
Head

Them talk alot but them irrelevant 360 degrees out the machine gun Urban diligence War them not ready for Southside men ah roll like babylon Pon them

you know you ain't shit get your act together
They got machines that can impact the weather
All in the name of innovation
They think they machinations

wit Jay, so you know we lethal
Went to war wit that machine, I feel like Don Cheadle 
How the fuck y'all all gone slide, in a Buick Regal
Only premium

Maybe it's "a nation under God"
Not a machine that's built for war
Or stolen land with drawn up borders
And maybe I'm not a daughter anymore
I'm just

were doing just fine

Mike Parnettaand  Melvin Markoscic
Two Ukrainian boys from Old Saskatchewan
Whothree weeks agocame here seeking their fortune,
By

Fake it, tell a lie, then it's bye to a guy
That's my ally, make 'em go bye-bye like it's a drive-by
Like it's a Sci-Fi movie scene, we let the sparks

soon
Beneath the moon
Their faces forgotten 
Barely breathing rapture in despair 
The world in vain is rendered blind 
Hey Israel you war machine