valleys of green now we are chained in a realm of the machines time - only time will tell if there'll be heaven or hell time - only time will tell if
Ever sing through the mist of your dreams? Does it fly with the wind when you waken again When it's gone do you know what it means Can you picture the time
My wounds are open from the life torn apart Keep up the pace in this digital race This time machine has got me trapped in the haze And the wind must
These hot machine years burning time across your face See the smoke stacks rising up like fuck you towers? My girlfriend sang like a hummingbird today
eyes we shall rise, arise and measure his temple divine ... In his time we are aligned, restore the sanctuary of his Christ ..." And in the time when
to die, the agonies begin And soldiers keep coming, like warriors they die But gangland's alive when mothers cry 'Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing machine And it burns
sight of man until such time as it would once more be needed to bring to bear against Chaos... aye, until such time as Angsaar reawakened. It was I who
the field howling their anathemas and maledictions against the King, and the winged horrors fell seared and burning from the enraged sky. But the twisted machinations
Two million men were sent to do the deeds of one Racing with the times to build a burning sun Machines to learn, machines to make us love Machines to
Fall back in despair Would that it was me on my back Aching for hours on into weeks Wind sweeps over everyone Collapse Repeat Wind sweeps over
You're living in a time machine And you can choose just who you are Someone that you've never seen Somewhere you've never been You're living in a time machine
in your Dream-Machine To a time and place where no one has been Let me look upon worlds I've never seen In your Dream-Machine Fly me to a star burning
up his barnacle magnet Instincts leashing himself to where the wind splitting ice storms And termite swarms are commonplace I'm a trace this silver lining winding
closed my eyes but the future burned through the planet turned a hair gray as i relived the day while you were sleeping the money died machines
see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn
will speak Scarface on your ass from the streets I left my cut, in fear of a prison term They wanna put me in a chair and let me burn But go to prison
airport [*BZZZZZZT*] with a chunky nine [Street Life] The undervolt Staten New York Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court (Method: One time) It's the burner
on to caught in a riptide out to sea I left with innocent eyes to a nation so poor I felt humanity cry from the ravage of war I infiltrated the machine