Time for a lottery, they got your number Blood for fuel, and limbs for lumber They just wanted more machines For their modern war machine
M.i.c. am i seeing it right? M.i.c. must be time to fight M.i.c. the war machine is growing M.i.c. i'm not fucking going
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