down in flame? Will the factory be standing? Will life here every be the same? There's terror in the skies of this city Fear is in the hearts of children
city sound is so frightening. Neolithic fear is such a motivating factory. So fire it up. Fire it and the flesh be damned, Fire it up. Yeah, that
same coats khaki brown and faded typed at the same machines and tried to box up all the dreams in neat little packages like widgets for the factory all
coats khaki brown and faded typed at the same machines and tried to box up all the dreams in neat little packages like widgets for the factory all the
whole life sewing at a shirt factory She was saving for retirement, she had 'em take a little out every week But then a big man up in a high rise, he
mommy Speakin of baby, when done, there'll be a crate full of albums For my son to page through, thinking daddy was a gun With a handful of heads that put me up
Yo what up Got Christian and Dino in the house Fear Factory action Kick off this new joint here for all my homies Separating the true breeds My friends
of the millenium like rays of light still blinded by the over flowing effects being colonialised Polynesian ain't even a label we made up We were given
it's hard to judge from an angry throng of hands stretched up in the air, The vigilante people. Takin' the law into their own hands, the conscientious
of fear there wasn't a trace. Two hundred years later two hot rods drag race through the very same place, And a half a million people, moved in to pick up
before God She has nothing to fear? She has nothing to hide? [They fight over the letter. Valjean (M. Madeleine) rushes on to break up the squabble.] [
But it's hard to judge from an angry throng of hands stretched up in the air, The vigilante people. Takin' the law into their own hands, the conscientious