I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine I've got the breath in me I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine My body is
machine, I'm not a machine I've got breath in me I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine My body is here but somewhere
Hook: Ich zahle die Tage, Tage. Ich bin hier und warte, warte. Ich seh dich, wenn ich schlafe, schlafe. Du Machst das ich atme, atme. Part 1: Ich
Save your breath this time around You're too beautiful and it's late There's nothing left to say I've wasted all this time on you On you It's all the
I close my eyes but i can't decide whats worse, my blood or your bright eyes. So i sit and wait for this darkness to take me, and for it all to end.
day As everything changed on new years day Everything can change on a new years day As everything changed on new years day War within a breath It's
As everything changed on new years day Everything can change on a new years day As everything changed on new years day War within a breath It'
mind And every time - I come up empty Something else inside me - Starts to die And I'm left - Alone and angry It's in the air - That we breathe each
the connection? The slightest deception between you and me Man and machine Disassemble me ... breathing at your knees Your machine Override command confirmed ... Manual control returned Your machine
eyes just breathe in and let out slow (N0W BREATHE INHALE TAKE A STEP BACK AND LOOK WAT YOU GOT FEEL ME ONCE YOU WONT FORGET NOW BREATHE EXHALE OH NO
When you fly west over hours of excess, Your breath grows short and weak, Down on the ground, You take ten trains to the next town, You're travelling
Night marauders lay waste to the land Honorless battle, consuming the dead Collecting bodies to consume Keep the engine burning hot, apocalyptic war machine
Here's a little story about a punk named Jed Greasy stinky hair stuck out his fuckin' head Arrogant and macho and stupid as can be Always quick to tell
(Words and Music by: z. walters) Fully loaded like an M-16, like walter winchell had exploded check the inseam take a breath and spit cause i cannot
(feat. Chamillionaire, Slim Thug) [talking] 50/50 Lil' Twin, I'm in here with Slim Thugger the Boss And the cocky copy machine King Koopa We off this
The God machine is hungry for individualism and ripe brains the skull farmers do their rain dance and pray the machine falls to sleep she holds me close
m gonna fuck the whole in Kennedy's head revolt deface resist push the button Lgalize Freedom let's shoot the president, rape the queen and feel the flowers breath again inside this dead machine
twisted spine a whiter shade of pale rockabilly man come to pound the coffin nails inject my stomach full of cockroach eggs their machine is coming
