The Suicide Machines - Our Time Lyrics
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Our Time
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What Are The Lyrics For Our Time By The Suicide Machines?
I got no time!
I got no time! How can it end when it never began? Why can't I win when I know I can? Seems that we've forgotten about the mess we're in Which way do we go, and was there ever a plan? Seems I'm getting old ya see and I can't avoid responsibility Stuck in a box of popular belief and it feels like somethings wrong with me! Got no! Got no time for myself [Repeat x4] Do we have a function? Tell me is there something Is this my assumption? Tell me is there something Life is nothing but consumption Tell me is there something there! Oh yeah! I got no time! How can we help when we don't know where to begin? Fighting the system, yet you got sucked in You dropped out of the race, 'cause you never fit in It's a racist power structure, do we call it human? Seems I'm getting old ya see and I can't avoid responsibility Stuck in a box of popular belief and it feels like somethings wrong with me! I've seen through all the years and through all the tears I've seen my share, it makes me feel like¡ No one even cares I've seen through all the years and through all the tears I've seen my share, it makes me feel like¡ No one even cares Do we have a function? Tell me is there something Is this my assumption? Tell me is there something Life is nothing but consumption Tell me is there something there! There? There! Seems that no one even cares! |
Who Wrote Our Time By The Suicide Machines?
Jason Erik Navarro, Nunley Royce Asher
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What's The Duration Of The Our Time By The Suicide Machines?The duration of Our Time is 2:07 minutes and seconds. |
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