The Machine Rages On

America Bombing Baghdad

 

 

I can smell tear gas down the road,

And across the hall this family is evaporating,

The western gas, brought with it's fame,

guns & money.

 

Bombs bursting to my left, to my right,

My mind erupting, will I die tonight?

Or the next night?

For, I must influence a generation before I go.

 

And my feelings, rise and die.

Tonight in a Polish nightclub I can feel souls leave their bodies,

For its fake, its all fake.

So much more to this life.

This rap that smashes through the background a waste of life.

For the raging fire it calms not.

In the midst of greatness we are born.

To live a life of worth and die a death of worth.

 

And now bombs continue to burst.

And across the hallway I might lose my family to an American invasion,

While that European youth will dance their lives away, away to American rap,

without knowing the torture of American invasions.

 

Capitalism is a curse and these governments are ruins.

And people have lost their urge,

for a struggle no longer I can see and without that life is nothing.

For we need the best, the purest form of life which can be lived.

 

And the bombs burst, now i shiver.

I can feel them smashing this buildings wall.

And tonight might be the last night.

The end, Capitalism conquers all, And the opposition so very weak.