My faith has made thee whole. Well, hello there, Mick J. Sorrenson on the all night time machine, we're going to play some good songs tonight. ... I'm
to the crib. It was good to finally see them, So I asked them how they been [fine] They answered fine, but worried about the changing time I served them
on Jenny Craig She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig Put me in the headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig I felt the evilness and started
', get to mashin' D-12 broke up, were you bitches askin' Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' pills and Aspirin and I'm the machine that
, get along with like death Riding on top of the car Peering through the windshield for his cue Something entirely fictitious and true That creeps across your path hallowing your evil
been tryin to get a hold of you. I haven't seen your rent in months, what is goin on?! *machine a third time* Hahahaha, you fuckin corn, gotcha twice
She was low down and trifling and she was cold and mean Kind of evil make me want to grab my sub machine Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone First time
fucked up in these raw days But they can be left to stretch in they hallways I got family from CI to B'ville We fear no evil, bitch, nigga, we real (
witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields are bodies burning As the war machine keeps
witches at black masses evil minds that plot destruction sorcerers of death's construction in the fields the bodies burning as the war machine keeps
And rage against machines I wanna pierce my tongue, it doesn't hurt it feels fine But you don't look so fine I'd like to turn off time To kill my mind
I feel it getting near I spend rny time watching the ocean And waves are all I want to hear I wish I was a believer I'd spend less time in being sad
you silly thing, the government of man and the politics of evil, government of man and the politics of evil, goverment of man and the politics of...evil
wanna publish 'zines And rage against machines I wanna pierce my tongue It doesn't hurt, it feels fine The trivial sublime I'd like to turn off time
the bone Not fair to be left in this job all alone No help, no, no credit for making sure This evil machine doesn't stop I know time to go to punch
at me And his voice was filled with evangelical glee now Sipping down his gin and tonics While preaching about the evils of narcotics And the evils of
Dark eyes, shadows grim They come for me Midnight chimes, blackened earth The evils rise Pits of hate open wide Chasm of my dreams Last of chimes, monks
kind Mighty war machines are on their way I'm knowing here is no place to stay Time will come we'll have to pay An evil war will come some day I feel