Arrive before expected
Only to be late
You got to let things fall
Under their own weight
It's not easy navigating
Through a sea of hate
Fishing for comprehension
With a heart for bait
Like a tank hauling fire
Through the sands of hell
Leaving back a cloud of dust
And jet fuel smell
Pity the unlucky bastard
That stand in the way
Slam into it head first
Won't even scratch the paint
A machine getting fed
With the sons of a nation
Sign on a couple seconds
Your eternal damnation
Mixed dirt, mud and sweat
With a flood of blood
We lubricate the bearings
With the tears of god
To set the world ablaze
Part of the public relations
Born to cause destruction
Masterful creations
Neglect the individuals
To help out corporations
In the terms of service
Human rights violations
To face up resistance
Always the expectation
We feel the most at home
When in direct confrontation
Arrive before expected
Only to be late
You got to let things fall
Under their own weight
It's not easy navigating
Through a sea of hate
Fishing for comprehension
With a heart for bait
Like a tank hauling fire
Through the sands of hell
Leaving back a cloud of dust
And Jet fuel smell
Pity the unlucky bastard
That stand in the way
Slam into it head first
Won't even scratch the paint
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Arrive before expected
Only to be late
You got to let things fall
Under their own weight
It's not easy navigating
Through a sea of hate
Fishing for comprehension
With a heart for bait
Like a tank hauling fire
Through the sands of hell
Leaving back a cloud of dust
And jet fuel smell
Pity the unlucky bastard
That stand in the way
Slam into it head first
Won't even scratch the paint
A machine getting fed
With the sons of a nation
Sign on a couple seconds
Your eternal damnation
Mixed dirt, mud and sweat
With a flood of blood
We lubricate the bearings
With the tears of god
To set the world ablaze
Part of the public relations
Born to cause destruction
Masterful creations
Neglect the individuals
To help out corporations
In the terms of service
Human rights violations
To face up resistance
Always the expectation
We feel the most at home
When in direct confrontation
Arrive before expected
Only to be late
You got to let things fall
Under their own weight
It's not easy navigating
Through a sea of hate
Fishing for comprehension
With a heart for bait
Like a tank hauling fire
Through the sands of hell
Leaving back a cloud of dust
And Jet fuel smell
Pity the unlucky bastard
That stand in the way
Slam into it head first
Won't even scratch the paint
Only to be late
You got to let things fall
Under their own weight
It's not easy navigating
Through a sea of hate
Fishing for comprehension
With a heart for bait
Like a tank hauling fire
Through the sands of hell
Leaving back a cloud of dust
And jet fuel smell
Pity the unlucky bastard
That stand in the way
Slam into it head first
Won't even scratch the paint
A machine getting fed
With the sons of a nation
Sign on a couple seconds
Your eternal damnation
Mixed dirt, mud and sweat
With a flood of blood
We lubricate the bearings
With the tears of god
To set the world ablaze
Part of the public relations
Born to cause destruction
Masterful creations
Neglect the individuals
To help out corporations
In the terms of service
Human rights violations
To face up resistance
Always the expectation
We feel the most at home
When in direct confrontation
Arrive before expected
Only to be late
You got to let things fall
Under their own weight
It's not easy navigating
Through a sea of hate
Fishing for comprehension
With a heart for bait
Like a tank hauling fire
Through the sands of hell
Leaving back a cloud of dust
And Jet fuel smell
Pity the unlucky bastard
That stand in the way
Slam into it head first
Won't even scratch the paint
Writer: Jeffrey Betancourt
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid