Body Machine Body
Face in the crowd Kicking fascist history Boys aren't allowed in a perverted trickery
Body, Machine, Body Body, Machine, Body
There was a time When people were lined Stop this cold blooded scenery Before we kill this a mystery
Thoughts of a different kind Can be convertised Industrialised No work for the working man Government shits upon your facts They are the reason way You can't escape this bleeding lie Push yourself to the edge Watch them come or watch them die
My working dream My work
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