ฟังเพลงDon't Feed the Machine

Don't Feed the Machine - Short Fuze

Are you wrong somewhere

Between the war of ambition

Triggering one line of fact and fiction

Getting burn by the friction

Of self-savior and victim

And preach with my so god like decisions

Both within the law writt'n

Played by the infinite question

Why there religion

This the creation of god

Whoever this god

Who creation of religion

Who keep us looking

In the go for real debate cruisin'

In our own obsession

In sickness Christians

My limits conju body existence

Life is a game of interest

But it's hard to move

For the one you like the vision

Because if this fits

So they'll finish a Chris bosh chief

In the hell's kitchen

Tryin' to make black coals

Once covered by my burned bridges

Walking by will my shoes

Is my angel's permitted

To my daily pace

Get me like up in the human race

Do my features still describe how a human face

Capable of human grace

Wondering if I put my heart out again

Will there be someone who takes

Takes my convictions spiritualism

Getting hurry my father alcoholism

But I got his rage

And the pain coursing to my veins

Here's to the face

This what my music makes

Hold it back

Will let my dreams we had to dose

Of the men in black

To the men in black

Open time open door

Open mind open soul

Open skin broken dreams

Broken breath

Don't feed the machine don't feed the machine

Don't feed the machine don't feed the machine

Open time open door

Open mind open soul

Open skin broken dreams

Broken breath

Don't feed the machine don't feed the machine

Don't feed the machine don't feed the machine

This one goes out

To my biological father

Who didn't bother

After takin' my mother

To the altar

Sought to destroy in this creation

Christian women the devastation

Forcing them to touch elevation

We thinking the scope of the presentation

Separation all in the blink of soul

Lemme drink reflect in the sink

The sun on the brink of drugs and jewelry

The game is what soothing me

Listeners what understand that they knew

How the hunger people doin' me

Moving cluelessly

I thought we

Sneakers and women were the proof of we

To friends who murdered brutally

Pull the ru shootin' me

That they had a god was in move with me

Now I'm cruising streets

With my grandmother's wisdom

She said not to be a victim of system

Be reverse if the people tryin'

Murder them with job and sickles

Show the children

Who's more than love than hussle

Them in front of buildings

Who's eyes are things

In the world that can kill them

That the world could kill them

They can let go

The feeling of the ceiling

And put a different solemnin'

And pull my last will and testament

This one's dedicated to my wastelands brother

And I'm sorry our music didn't do a better job

To better men

I guess the world isn't ready to take the medicine

Open time open door

Open mind open soul

Open skin broken dreams

Broken breath

Don't feed the machine don't feed the machine

Don't feed the machine don't feed the machine

Open time open door

Open mind open soul

Open skin broken dreams

Broken breath

Don't feed the machine don't feed the machine

Don't feed the machine don't feed the machine