Lyrics:
of the money
And all of the talking at me
I'm barely a person
Mechanically working
Industrial mindset
Wholly efficient
Ooh I taste it on my tongue
It's
joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone
of brevity is none
Transformed by gods of sun
Industrial power get devoured by the demonic
Read the fine rhymes with mental +War Games+ like Matthew Broderick
apartment screaming.
"There is no life on this planet!
Jehovah-One replaced all life with machinery five centuries ago.
The so-called industrial
accelerates. For the industrial nations' excessive
Ways this world they devasate.
Every biome on every continent in under man's attack.
With everything to lose
kick your ass 'cause your a freak grab your shovel lets make use out of this pile of dirt recall if you can we covered up this whole industrial town
till the war is won
Got no industrial spies 'round here
One a penny, two a penny
Blocking up all the roads
One a penny, two a penny
Trucks are
Forever burn this world, it's far too late
Now I stare out my window, I see the towers rise
Toxics seep into my backyard before my very eyes
Industrial
off the real
World/allocating the beauty spots/industrial death camps/man made something
And then forgot/knew what it should look like/trod on nature
I will wait for you in the green, green spaces,
Wearing our post-industrial faces.
Side by side sit the trashpile twin,
And the eleventh century
We're layabouts for a start
Our industrial souls are gone
And night falls here
There's no time for mope and whine
And you know how it goes
It will
Down in the valley, the industrial estate,
He slaloms round beer cans in his escape.
He never got nothing, in death even less.
What'd you say? I
We came down by the factory
industrial yards where my father did work
When I was a boy, I went too far
I lost the thread in the darkest of space
testament, prayer or diseased lament can heal my wounds
They are so discontent
All the faithful fall onto their knees
And praise the priests of industrial
Comercial e industrial
Mas agora chegou nossa vez
Vamos cuspir de volta o lixo em cima de vocês
Somos os filhos da revolução
Somos burgueses sem
the name of progression
Industrial insanity forces us to follow
We die they prosper
Only in death can we stop supporting them
Only in death can they not
that he can take
Many miles away
Something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory
sit in silence for the rest of my life if you'd like
Dressing our wounds with industrial gloves made of wire
Feel it penetrating the skin, we begin
motorcycles coming
By now, police motorcycles. Just heard a call on the radio for all
Units along Industrial, to pick up the
Motorcade.
Somethings
success!
No success! no success! (x3)
You are a soldier on the industrial battlefield...
You know i don't love for sale but you fuck to die!
I don't
Past grocery stores and mobile homes
Beyond the glow of industrial parks
Where laundromats spin broken hearts
Out among the power lines
Things don't
mind now is drugged
His desperate warning lives on
Blandly titled, industrial society and its future
Rise up, friends of the freedom club, rise up
once majestic, now in shambles
no more theatres standing downtown
gone are the mills, what a pity
the first planned industrial city
was there
soldiers -
To fight to take the life of another.
9-1-1, and you can see it in creation,
9-1-1, on peoples facial expressions,
9-1-1, industrial stream
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