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Testo: American Me. Siberian Death Machine. Son Of A Machine Gun Pt.II.


[Music: Brian, Lyrics: Tony]

I hate this place we live in... This constant race for arms.
A wanted killer needed to show the world what he's made of.

No way out this time. You lie, you lie to live.
No way out this time. Face the firing line.

Stop praising false values. Speak your mind with open hearts.

Fuck you and your broken promises... Your drawn out crying eyes...
Leave me something more to bargain for.
Strapped to the max with explosives on my back.

I couldn't do it for myself (for myself).
My conscience told me to let go. It's only best for me.
View my actions as a sinner but I'll die a martyr.
Let go, it's my time to show the world...

Stand tall, this is me. I will die for everything
All my thoughts, with all that I got, I died for a future I never saw...

Bastardmaker

Bury my face in my hands from shame to hate
I am human errors are made I can make mistakes
Make up your mind do you wanna live like this
It's hard to make a difference, my choices have been made for myself
wake up look around this world has failed you

What has this world come to filled with lies and alibis
Empowering rights at the cost of our dime.
There's no value in speech, Whens theres forced to be paid
Buy into the Bastardmaker,
No choice in life,
Bastardmaker

Fuck this game it's not fun to play your wasting time of your life
I call your bluff, you jump the gun
Where will you go when there's nothing left but dust
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