Lletres:
Machine Men Silver Dreams

the rest Just find your vein Put your hatred against the pain All I want is to feel relieved and free Never fall into desire of craze In my silver dreams

down to the storm? remember searching for a familiar face with no one there to mourn?) Staring at silent screens plastic tubes to carry fading dreams

seekin Lex Luger, move analog Shut down all contacts in competition annihilation, next stage elimination Crews we spacemen, face men, spare no men Back

ya brain, roots and grits, who'll spin, the scoops of men Pick a soot suit and then strangle, mangle and slaughter you Storm dream marauder who meat markets

brain, roots and grits, who'll spin, the scoops of men Pick a soot suit and then strangle, mangle and slaughter you Storm dream marauder who meat markets