Made a man out of me
A killing machine
Your baby's going to die ma
Your baby's coming home
You know they put a man on the moon
Simply to prove that we all need a place to go
Where we're not known
Where we're not
And to a lesser degree
I can recall breathing easy
But the deficit rolls
Built up I suppose
Picking up the pieces
Of another fucked up reason
For selling of some freedom that was never free
Well, never abseloutely
Never abseloutely
Made a mess out of me
A killing machine
Sometimes when I need them
If I look hard enough to see them
I can find my feet
As I push against gravity
In and out of having them been
Led by defeat
So one more time's all I need
1 | Strange Days |
2 | Apparitions |
3 | Load Me Up |
4 | Everything Is Automatic |
5 | Hello Time Bomb |
6 | Symbolistic White Walls |
7 | Indestructible |
8 | Lullaby For The New World Order |
9 | Running For Home |
10 | Man Of Action |