Blood In The Gears

[Solo – Patrick Judge][Solo – Josh Childers]The gun and the tongue do the job just the same,And under the knife you will cry my nameImpale, the reaper prevails and drags you from a cursed earthErased, easily replaced, another suicidal gearDream death, suicide nationBlood in the gears, suicide screamDream death, suicide nationBlood in the gearsThe suicide machine rolls onBlood in the gears to keep it strongThe suicide machine rolls onBlood in the gears to keep it strongCome now sleep, and bring me a manWho will dream of my nameNow come leech, and drain meThe fuel to drive us all insaneDream death, suicide nationBlood in the gears, suicide screamDream death, suicide nationBlood in the gearsThe suicide machine rolls onBlood in the gears to keep it strongThe suicide machine rolls onBlood in the gears to keep it strongSuicide, futile rebellionSuicide breaking your willSuicide, hatred turned inwardSuicide, kill the machineOur blood in the gears, kill the machineThe suicide machine rolls onBlood in the gears to keep it strongThe suicide machine rolls onBlood in the gears to keep it strong