Letras:
Machine Head Wolves

brotherhood that is of violence And we fail to die Unleash the wolves Carnage has no rules Comparison, competition We'll bury one and all Unleash the wolves

[Music: Flynn / Demmel / Duce, Lyrics: Flynn] Unleash the wolves Carnage has no rules Comparison, competition We?ll bury one and all [Solo: Demmel]

of... uhm... three French horns... uh... (The Wolf! It's the Wolf!) Right! The Wolf. Seymore the Wolf.... The kettle drum and bass drum represent the sub-machine

kickboxer, beatin' the shit out niggaz proper I beat 'em till they holla, beat 'em till the cops come Beatin' niggaz till they have seizures, beat 'em till they start screamin' Like fax machines

seep into my backyard before my very eyes Industrial revolution, no other solution For the junk cultured junkies needs So take a deep breath because it ain't over yet The machine

to ease they habit They said we fell off, the streets don't believe you faggots! [Raekwon] Where all the wolves live, sub-machine guns and big beamers

blood will flow the lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist Tomorrow, it will be easier to forgive myself and remember her without a guilty head

crushed, where brilliance once thrived Predictably they'll serve, as worker bees beneath the hive Assembly-line indoctrination Like heads of cattle

blood will flow the lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist Tomorrow, it will be easier to forgive myself and remember her without a guilty head