The Hate Machine
bricks and bars and dirty white walls
nobody cares whenever you fall
nobody answers when you make collect calls
nobody thinks of you at all...
dropped like a dime in a bottomless well...can't wrap my mind around this man made hell
gladiators yell and guards cast lots...bettin life or death where warriors get popped
fists into flesh to amuse and amaze
the game never ends and it's not a bad dream...
doing time in the hate machine
never think of consequences...come to your senses
fried to a crisp on electrified fences
too late for repentance...no end to the sentence
division like insane incisions where racist pigs rule
reigning in blood,badges,and big black boots
peace signs like war crimes get tried...on the stand committing purgery
lying dirty devils soon put in soul surgery
no rest for the wicked,addicted,obnoxious and obscene...
doing time in the hate machine
cops,crooks,fall guys and mobsters gettin cooked,baked and boiled like lobsters
stick up kids leaving tire tracks and mile long skids
burning white lips from crackhead strips
gangster ghouls subtracting love and adding misery
black blanket parties inside perverts dreams...
doing time in the hate machine
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