life in peace But it was never meant for me Suicide machine Locked up in this cage Suicide machine I don't understand Suicide machine I don't understand Suicide machine
satisfied me My only game is surviving And try to stay alive I'm struggling in the underworld That suffocates my life Suicide Machine - locked up in this cage Suicide Machine
Превод: Бол. Самоубиство машине.
blessed to live Could've easily got caught up in my yesteryears But I'm here, my story remains the same I ain't changed a bit, I speak words of pain
Reservoir Dogs The green-eyed bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide
the best medicine a prescription of Prozac and Vicodin will these panic attacks another fucking night I can't sleep again ever end a little less sadness and no more pain
[Brogna / Christ] I went to a doctor with a pain in my head He said: "Tumor boy! Six months you're dead, It's gonna be slow and painful It ain't gonna
Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide
sometimes A lot of isolation, a lot ofa?¦ Last breath is leave your mouth A lot of hate, a lot ofa?¦ Civilizations before burning A lot of pain, a lot
suicide Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide Holes burn deep in your chest Raked by machine gun fire Screaming skull sent out to die Living mandatory suicide Suicide, suicide, suicide
In your bed, in your room, under a tree In a lake, in a bath, into sea By a sword, by a rope or gasoline By a knife, by a raiser or machine [Chorus] Suicide
With the lives of many millions embroidered of their sleeves Is this reason - a price to pay? Give us reason - A FIRST NEW DAY Acid emotion - child of suicide
made to be Fracturing the pristine mind Crack the shell and reach inside Manipulating all we find to do or die Conflict borne of man machines Solidifies
Death is on my side....suicide! A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on A world of violent rage But
on bushy butcher knives Your mouth maimed from suicidal muff dives Penis nothing more than bloody ground chuck Man meat hacked away from a masacratine fuck 9. Hate Machine
?C? // Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion beam for longevity // For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories // The first time-machine
