Dickie Allen - Billions Made As Millions Die lyrics

(This machine it runs on war. This machine it wants a war.) This machine it runs on war Ma** extinction puts it's feet up, counting bodies as they hit the floor This machines it runs on war Its operators counting money as the tanks move forward As the tanks move forward This machine, this machines wants to go to war This business is a pimp making the world its who*e Raping, k**ing, mutilating, taking sh** and counting the bodies The money piling up as it raises a cup of blood The greedy smile of a machine Cheers to the Billions made, as millions die Thousands of people don't know Which side to fight Ma** distraction, as hundreds scream for justice A sick few make a profit from this wartorn life Everybody wants a f**ing leader, but leaders shouldn't lead people to their d**h Everyone is screaming propaganda… Methods of control like; Nationalism, racism, monetary and involuntary incarceration. Blended with an idolisation of a nation; a deity or god This movement, that union... something to the tune of a religious institution. Celebrity or role model, smiling through their jaded view of life. Better yet, a political way of deflecting public sight of the wires that control this... Machine that feasts on destruction and d**h Machine that wants a war, birthing wastelands; water them down with rivers of blood Drained of life, for profit This war torn land, it doesn't swim, it doesn't float It only drowns It only drowns! Drowns in the violence (Dickie Allen of Infant Annihilator) Rise to your feet and pledge your allegiance to war, this perilous fight, the bombs echoing at your front door, a fetish of power! Power by the ma**es while they sit back, smiling, getting f**ed by those ba*tards! An unstoppable war machine, profiting puppeteers sodomizing society, each country erect and wanting to dominate, stroking their rifle ready to mount and annihilate This machine it runs on war Ma** extinction puts its feet up, counting bodies as they hit the floor This machines it runs on war Its operators counting money as the tanks move forward Bathing in the filthy money drenched the blood of families and the cum of kings Our lives are a gold mine they're willing to destroy to see that gold shine This machine it runs on war Luke & Dickie - Billions made, as millions die Our lives are a gold mine they're willing to destroy to see that gold shine Luke & Dickie -This machine it runs on war. Billions made, as millions die