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Machines are paper thin, and they're welded with ink Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight with a leak A contract with the devil for a life of distain Seeping in the limelight at attention, slave! I blame myself God, help me pour this gas on me I need to drown in flames to be free Help me pour this gas on me Help me pour this gas on me God help me pour this gas on me (x4) Chocking on the product for the mass to consume The flocks of mindless sheep that have been coporately groomed Ignorance through apathy like drones in the hive A slave on the trail, a willing conformed disguise I blame myself God, help me pour this gas on me I need to drown in flames to be free Help me pour this gas on me Help me pour this gas on me Letras de cancionesI sold my soul (x11) God, help me pour this gas on me I need to drown in flames to be free Help me pour this gas on me Help me pour, this gas on me God help me pour this gas on me (x4) From Letras Mania