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Time Machine Desert Of Souls

conceited Our mission remains overcome Anyone?s freedom to be Souls bound to fight, forced to die in inferno Forced to kill each other, then called to life again Souls

the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine

You don't want to deal Workin' for the minimum Tryin' hard to feel like You ain't just another fool A cog in their machine That's sucking the soul of

debatin usin machine squirters Brrap, that trigger's my tongue, I let you lick it Nigga that, fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, whole clique up The Lord call for your soul, it's time

boy, you about to get revenge Gotta finish what I started, no more time for makin' friends Internal Revenue Service gonna help us with the funds I sold my soul

eyes Destruction a product to develop and enhance Presidential fees, blood from overseas Spilled, uphill, peace of mind I'm, waiting for, waiting for the time Inner soul

In a hospital room with a ceiling fan Lying on my back being honest Reminds me when times were the hardest The sounds and the screams the machines where

the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine

for And if one man can stand tall There must be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere, in the spirit of man PARSON: Once there was a time when I believed