don't run out of tokens. plus the machine needs warm bodies. plug the pipes if you still got skulls; if there's time to muddy the hands then there's time
cranium of Yoda Rehearsing steadily, growing I sing tweeter, mid-range And woofers need guarding The bells rip your auditory canal Plagiarism is suicide for then I shall Be forced to assault Our
?C? // Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion beam for longevity // For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories // The first time-machine
reens Fuck the marines, I got machines To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine I fly more heads than Continental Wreck ya 5 times like US Air off
face of god, annihilation interface, creation of a hell on earth, traces of your life erased, machines are rolling over all the... remnants of our fucking
same machine that leaves the quality of life poor An abominable colony of cyborgs. Clogging up the property that I call eyesores. That clever ad campaign ain't worth The time
Digga, Boo scared you blew you to smitha-reens, Fuck the marines I got machines, To light the spit and read Mad magazine, I fly more heads than Continental, Wreck ya 5 times
A human suicide machine See the light in the sky Choose to live or die Oh the time it draws near Stop the screams i hear We raise our fists in anger
Contaminated soil. By polluting our rivers, we poison our blood. By devastating our forest, we slaughter our souls. The signals can't be ignored. The time
, the lines, the stories told a thousand times before? You?ll just steal yourself A hook, a rhyme, I?ve heard your words a thousand times. The times are
the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor An abominable colony of cyborgs Clogging up the property that I call eyesores That clever ad campaign ain't worth The time
suicide Ingesting the darkness as we're lacing the end An injected sequence of systematic descent Distorting evolution of the eternal machine As we turn
galloped off whistling "Ohio." The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention. Who would they die for? Is it the same machine that
hort)] Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene Money shot to a Three movies But everything's straight like 9:15 It's back to the time machine, I believe Back
lived to curse the day it climbed down from the trees, But still we keep our heads held high whilst crawling on our knees. I hope I never live to see
time, we didn't care enough New world lies convention High risk policies One speech on total power Leading to suicide Our leaders missed the point