There's a bomb in the basement
There's a knocking on the wall
In the popping of the piston, I swear I have no call
There's a bomb in the basement
There's a hole in the floor
There's a guard in the garden, knocking on the door
There's a rebel in the south guards
No shedding at the sound
Then the rackets if he know me, begging on the ground
Feel the building all around me
Like a rattle on the skin
Then the moment your breath kicks in, its always trapped within
Tell it like it is, till there's no misunderstanding
When you strip it right back
Man feed machine, machine feed man
Tell it like it is, till there's no misunderstanding
Make up what you lack
Man feed machine, machine feed man
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