"The more i own my life will improve" just proves the consumer's become the consumed consumed by possessions a hunger is fed but those who died with
the aggravated kidnaps Shrap' metal everywhere the bomb was gift wrapped The problem had became increasingly urgent Since the product was nothing but bags of detergent In all the years of war
's no room for snitches and loud bitches But it's always room for riches and deep ditches That's how it be in this everlasting game Declaring war on cocks
get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough I'm even gon' be rich or poor, dead or handcuffed Niggas bust, but miss and now the war is on (Back
in the bush with the wed mud Can you read signs? can you read stars? Can you make peace? can you fight war? Can you milk cows, even though you drive
the world keeps turning Hoping our greed won't consume us all The world today is like a closed in box For those who have nothing but war torn streets
I dont fear for what I am Is the fall of man Life breeds death and disease Empathy out of reach We all wash with rain of blood skies Pervert words
in '78 I wake up handcuffed but I?m doing it my way Stop, listen, what's that sound? That's the sound of a revolution, the underground That's the sound of my heartbeat, war
How can a non-musician discuss the future of music From anything other than a consumer point of view? These people make decisions for the bulk of us Without
! That's what I'm still hoping for consumed by the thought, and the air that I breathe. Cause I don't want to believe that love is war. I know what I
bomb raging a thousand summers grazing on your skin restlessly anticipating so many tiny things The pursuit of love consumes us all I'll be your Fabrice without the war
's war against himself It's God's war against man is holocaust And what's coming now is God's war against man It's God's war against man's war Wart, holocaust
have to raise the specter again I am going to tell them the truth About their ministry of justice But if we didn't though It would surely be cause for war
some, it is just a word. to others it is a code {yo, Ikon the fuckin' Hologram} What matters is the colony. {take ya'll motherfuckers to war, what what
can hit you And rest assured that i'ma last words I could give a fuck about ya secrets and ya past words I can pass words with the ability to hurt you
the strength within Arise - I am the bastard, I shall win Debased - revenge on those two faced Derise - censure guilty I decry.....Opress Consume - eat your words
Consuming the apparition with desire she moves like a shape seen in a dream. The fire in her heart is burning like a thousand candles, yet her words are
the starry nite line for a free thinker with some individuality you may find you feel more free * This word is being used in it's traditional sense of war
