Слова:
The Suicide Machines All My People

a change The point of view of other people's lives And this might not be what you see as a truth But let's try not to stereotype realities All my people

for a change The point of view of other people's lives And this might not be what you see as a truth But let's try not to stereotype realities All my people

this padded room here all the time. cause you see I lost my mind I bust a nut an lost a bolt, now you know my lifes on hold cause all these doctors

back by walls of security, that I just could never see, held people at arms length devoid of human contact Cannot express emotion I try with all my strength

machine, With the power at my fingertips to realise my dream. Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' Nature's pride and joy, Taking all the world will give

out and the wind keeps on crying "won't you get the fuck out" all the white people came with their porsches and pools to elect some celebrity to make all

my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home // My imagination is my own, the liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone // With a pen in my

a curve in the road, i dont kno where im goin" Chorus: Royce killin them gun sounds... Verbalizin my fein murder, communicatin while u debatin usin machine squitters, blatt that triggers my

Seemingly nice common household products My teenage life as a boy soldier was inscribed in the blood of my parents Now I kill for approval from my commanders Barely remember my