peace is violence I'm not gonna buy it Let's end this hate before our time is due Well let's try understanding for a change The point of view of other
angry It's in the air - That we breathe each day It's what we call - the American Way It's in the way - That we treat each other We segregate - And
we shall carry to our graves. We think that we are so superior--for in God's image we were made, All other life we deem inferior--there to exploit, kill
a motherfucker creepin' and sleepin' 6 feet deep in, fuckin' with the Pound is Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide
?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
suicide Hungry for living, hungry for living So go to heaven go to earth So go to heaven go to earth... Or switch to hell Resurrection machine resurrection machine
plague, fallout rain laid earth waste, year 2000 gone, how could we not have known sun starts to die, nightfall wartorn landscape, on all others stand
the purpose of life- why is our history so unproven why is there so many different stories of evolution some may believe we evolved from primates but others
Representation for those who would other wise have no representation Protection for those who other wise would have no protection (Ya Dig?) My lyrics
and I'll bite you awake And I'm so good that I don't have to brag. I need an adding machine to count up all the women I've ruined for other men Now compared
lifeThe only way to get out soon I suicide Born in a morning hall Pale souls built a frozen world Infected brains Will never reach the other side The other
The only way to get out soon I suicide Born in a morning hall Pale souls built a frozen world Infected brains Will never reach the other side The other
other's eyes 'til one of us would break, No use to apologize, what diff'rence would it make? So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine
Here we are then, here we are Notes from a suicide And he will never ever be The Greatest Living Englishman It?s such a melancholy blue Or a grey of
! [spoken:] Yeah, put that machine in random mode Talking about popping chocolate Beck--Like in the last century [Rapper:] "Turn that s--t off, man! What's wrong with you? Man, get the other
longer existing Look at us cutting each other (Lost inside this tainted machine) Is this what we've become? (I often wish I couldnt feel) Beyond the suicidal
morning toothpaste {*gunshot*} Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival Like the Bible or any other