, feed the machine It grows inside, nowhere to hide Give up, give up and feed the machine Give up, give up and feed the machine They pull you faster,
and feed the machine) It grows inside, nowhere to hide (Give up give up and feed the machine Give up give up and feed the machine) They pull you faster
feed the machine) It grows inside, nowhere to hide (Give up give up and feed the machine Give up give up and feed the machine) They pull you faster the
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
You about to witness a two five Jedi Minds collabo You know what I mean? To God Jus Allah Megatraum is a Martian, feeding off weed and cash I dash from
about fuel force feeding what was left wasn't much unrelative and all out of touch passion pushed off and never never again bleeding red and real now
dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring I'll bring the butterflies and he can bring the centipedes and she'll bring the cadavers set em' free and let em' feed
just around the bend how will i manage to survive while i'm fighting this fiend? welcome to the american machine oh i see the river red, the government, the pentagon, choose to feed
that you need with your eyes The big machines take care of you Until you kill yourself And then the sales go through the roof Calculated, formulated Feed
ll have to stay In open arms we put our trust, they put us on a big red bus Twin spirits soaking up a dream, fuel to feed the press machine After years
: Still fretting the day that they'll misplace my name, Still selling my soul for American fame. Treating the promotion of Jesus like a well oiled machine
wa wa wa wa BLUH! [police sirens] [machine gun fire] [La the Darkman] Darkman, came do my thing, the Bee sting Assassinate your whole team with the forty red
Feed me, feed me, feed me Feed me Seymour Feed me all night long That's right, boy! You can do it Feed me, Seymour Feed me all night long 'Cause if
PARSON: Listen, do you hear them drawing near in their search for the sinners? Feeding on the power of our fear and the evil within us Incarnation of
tin But no, so dipping my hand in the back of my jeans I grabbed a handful of coins to feed the machine "Hey, step up and play", each machine seemed
