the country that i am, is lost tonight the visions, the strucutres, the unions are sold delusion is a dense cold forest of intrests where freedom now
sometimes i care to wonder about the blindfold on my soul about the razor wire fence that isolates me in the mold the precipice is closing in on rancid
with every context of crisis that you bend - with every arsenal and all the weaponry you invent with every poverty-line, that you assign - you shape
[chorus:] the breath of a hurricane - [all shall fall]? the breath of a hurricane - [all shall fall]? the breath of a hurricane it's the conspiracy
the assembly plant is smothering me i'm a predefined commodity the marauder mill needs an unpolluted grist i can feel the strain around my wrist we
At days arrival one man at the table eatin' corn flakes checkin out the paper his brother walks in from a hard nights caper half hungover and looking
I watch you bring yourself down, I watch that machine tear you apart, I see it tangle your life, Now you stand with nothing. More weight on your