Machine Slave Lyrics by Front Line Assembly
Pretty faces all lined up
Strutting all their corporate stuff
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Pretty faces all lined up
Strutting all their corporate stuff
Deep into the blackest matter
Where no on can breathe
In this little heaven
There is a little deceit
I don’t think that any means necessary for survival
Stick ’em up m#th*rf#ck*r I don’t think that
Through the smoke I see the trees
No one left for us to please
You, yes you
You, do it again