Lyrics:
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
of three-five fives
555
A packet of those over there
And 20 special offer cigars
Found talking to the cigarette machine
Into nicotinic acid
Good king
The antidote to everything
To our alienation from nature
Acid is the antidote to living in a three dimensional world
The antidote to everything
Psychedelics are
It was almost a year before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got
If your callin' 'bout the car I sold it
If this
Live by a big blue screen
A revolution in killing machines
The illusion is real and in 3-D
I feel so at ease
Sit at home and watch you bleed
Rape my
I'm building a time machine
Cuz these riffs are loops
Just bits I won't use
I'll just get distracted by pussy and money and booze
Just shit I don't need
of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans these girls took us to the fun house
Where we played a lonely pinball machine
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd
the day Murdoc's tropical ghetto
Was raided by pirates
(Not the eye patch king - those modern
Day ones with machine guns and
No sense of flair) murdoc
never hit so fucking hard.
Crushed by endless desperation, endless surrender.
Retrace the steps, retrace the steps.
Is this what I've become?
Retrace
It’s getting late
My hair is frizzy in the heat
Strawberry wine
Is sticky on my car seats
I’m all alone
I drove 3 of my girlfriend’s home
'I'm
Just about that time
Telephone began to ring
She said, "Just let it, my machine'll get
We're watchin' the Gilligan's Isle thing
Isle thing
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
"Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do"
With
rose and have a tweakin speakin
Puerto Rican the powerful machine gun stun
Ba-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, ambulence, lights bright
Paramedics fetish
see in the side by sides
no matter what I do, can’t get it right
I count the flaws I count them one, two, three, one, two, three
Caught in the layers
fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
They played something
They made something
Brand new baby blues machine
Brass tacks, duct tape
For the great escape
Packed in there like sardines
fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
Rift in the Machine
By Iron Vortex
Song Description: Exploring the initial recognition of personal and societal constraints.
Verse 1:
Cracks form
table full of
Monsters and echoes
Dark Red and purple
Sucking life and soul
Grand gestures by the
Monsters and echoes
Spooky talks to boredom
Gives me
War Machine
[Verse]
Steel gears grind
Blood flows
Engines scream
Fury shows
World on fire
Humanity dies
Ashes rain
Wrathful skies
[Verse 2]
Iron
Boredom And Sobriety
by Tim Pepper
Verse 1
Another line on this face.
Another track for the tears.
But it isn't what you think.
It's not
(now) is finite
So that's why I write about my present now, so clean
Grounded like a mezzanine
Record raps like I'm a machine
Word to Major, homie,
McDonald's smile warms the hearts of all people regardless of race.
Color, creed, sex and social status
By opening three new McDonald's restaurants
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