Letras:
The Suicide Machines All Out

all comes down, yeah What are you gonna do when they find out about you What are you gonna do when it all comes down ...It all comes down, it all

it's you who hates yourself. It's hard to care when it seems no one else does. And I know how it feels when all the pressure is too real, With all these

and release Your in 2 deep The you hear from the streets Seh she full of disease, And you start to sneeze Your in 2 deep All months and fi weeks All

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 out

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 out

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 out

no escape. Cerebral rape, you're my destiny! You turn me on, you turn me off Like I'm a fucking machine! You tuck me in, you throw me out Now all my

shot With one second to pray, that's all that Bun got I'm slightly off-kilter, somewhat tuned out And loony-toony, I'm looped up and looned out So not

: Divine intoxication spills out the bores a self diluting fix that craves all the more destructive seasoned vet,full glass of sting a bittersweet