Machines on the work front A modern society, Pumping out narcotic work machines, boosting the economy sky high.Too much work! problems are fixed with a single pill. No need to confront your problems, a single pill will make you numb, make you dumb, exactly what they want.Machines to work for their cause every pill makes you go deeper, deeper, DEEPER. no turning back, you have gone too far.Blind to the ways of your leaders that you elected and failed, now they have you on their leash, you close your eyes from the truth.Take another pill, numb yourself, because you know the truth hurts pump up the valium, because ignorance is blis
win the Battle or lose the War Planning his Vengeance, that will soon make up for everything, now the time is here.Gripping the pistol, knuckles white. Hard as a rock. Tough like leather. Cold sweat, he is human.Nobody wants him, they just look awayNobody hears him, now he gets his revenge.Whipping the gun out, He lays shots non-stop watching his victims dropThose who betray all must fall!Win the battle or lose the war, now he plays this game of war where he is just a pawn.From Judge to victim, he takes the bullet. Emptiness behind his eyes.Nothing left to feel, he closes the door.Those who betray all must fall!
Stoned Flipping I fire it up,my trip begins.I inhale, inhale, Im mad puffing, small bubbles is forming. the water is storming, smoke taking form. I release my finger, no time to linger, I hit the smoke.I pass the shit around.holding my breath, Holding it.I stare into the vast abyss of the corridor. Thoroughfare, exhaale. I found the Holy Graail. I see everything in cadmium yellow paale.I remember the bubbles, I go for doubles. Mad puffing, the water storming, small bubbles is forming. Smoke, fumes of fancy, I release my finger, no time to linger, I summon the magical smoke.Holding my breath, Holding it.
Mind Fucked Being Torn Apart Asthough by the Ebola Virus, Ripped to shreds from within. I swallow the pill that made me ill.I think. The fire inside me flames engulfing. The fire turns into rage I flinch to the thoughts Of bashing someones head on the rocksFists clench Nails dig into my skinFace twists into grotesque scream from inside Eyes squint from hatred Spawning more hate and rage This is the new sound, Not like the old Sound!Bad tripping; I dip in THC Revolution of the mind War Within!I am burning down my house to get rid of the rat,Fire the machine gun: It gonna be a
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