Tekster:
Machine Men Back From The Days

land Souls are gone - in the unknown graves, who brings them back from the days? Left in the past with other braves - fought for us, against fear, the machines

street, two blocks from park place It was a set up, professionally how he got wet up Closed casket service; the guy said he jerked eminem, and coolio Plus korn - machine

like Yankee hats Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the back Three quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks I step up, you step back Crucify ya, execution other men

you a call later on Your answering machine, come on, I leave a message on your phone I'll ring you later, I hope you'll get the message, baby page me As the days

your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed That you end up spendin a g in the vendin machine You got the

This train slipped into the station A worn out steel blue soul A relic from colonial days When the French were still in control Lorsque les Francais ont

Apathetic mass enslaved to machines that never sleep. Blinded eyes a?? waste of life! Bones that carry rotten flesh through days of lethargy. No refusal

The back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly Found myself runnin' through the Friendship Apartment Complex Over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from

Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear Shots were fired in the darkest moments Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit Sacreligious, days