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The Suicide Machines All Out

it's you who hates yourself. It's hard to care when it seems no one else does. And I know how it feels when all the pressure is too real, With all these

all comes down, yeah What are you gonna do when they find out about you What are you gonna do when it all comes down ...It all comes down, it all

you were made to be Fracturing the pristine mind Crack the shell and reach inside Manipulating all we find to do or die Conflict borne of man-machines

a caterpillar, attack of the black guerrillas Round up all the killers that stuck through the corners with us Bumrush the White House, set off the transmitters Breakin' all

the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out

the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out

the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out

This will make corpses of us all. Old world burns and drives the machine of war. Now close your eyes and picture your last sunset. Sun has failed and

has ever mattered will it benefit an end, all that's gave, unorchestered assimilator shedding free another layer o' skin slicing thru digging out the