a game then Something else dies inside me stripped away by another act of violence Don't try to look cause you wont find me when I'm not there And the scars
Vertaling: The Suicide Machines. Littekens.
like a game then Something else dies inside me stripped away by another act of violence Don't try to look cause you wont find me when I'm not there And the scars
'll go crying to his 'Mother' when he sees the cradle fall. I am human--I was made to be the ultimate machine, With the power at my fingertips to realise
glides And I've gone insane I've seen the light of suicide And I'm dying Hold on I'm falling Can't breathe anymore And the Ocean has opened These Scars
battle scarred Terrorist guns for hire [Repeat Chorus] Planning all the strategies to break the enemies back Send out the kamikazes on a suicide attack
: In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages
over tuned Forever connected to the bounds of suicide control Enter a new supreme time Filter the weakness which lies within mankind Creating the ultimate machine
live, to hot outside, fuck the shades fake crews, then snooze, then wind up in the everglades Get your first aids right away To get rid of the battle scars
