Artist:Zack de la Rocha

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Song:March Of Death

I was born with the voice of a riot,
A storm lightening the function, the form, far from the norm
I won't follow like cattle, I'm more like the catalyst
Calm in the mix of battle
Who let the cowboy on the saddle?
He don't know a missile from a gavel:
Para terror troopia flippin' loops of death upon innocent flesh
But I'm back in the cipher my foes and friends,
With a verse and a pen against a line I won't toe or defend,
Instead I curse at murderous men in suits of professionals
Who act like animals
This man chils, ruthless and wild
Who gonna chain this beast back on the leash?
This Texas furror, for sure a, compassionless con who serve a,
Lethal needle to the poor, the cure for crime is murder?

On the left, left, right, left
But it's just a march of death

I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight play vexed and
powerless,
Devoured my hours I'm motionless with no rest
'Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another hight-tech driveby
A lie is a lie this God is an eagle or a condor for war nothing more
Islam peace, Islam stars into my eye brother please off our knees
To beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across seas
What is a flag but a shroud out loud, and outside my window is a faceless crowd
'Cause a cowering child just took her last breath, one snare in the march of
death

On the left, left, right, left
But it's just a march of death

Here it comes the sound of terror from above
He flew his Texas twisted tongue
The poor lined up to kill in desert slums
For oil that burn beneath the desrt sun
Now we spit flame to flip this game
We are his targets taking aim
We're the targets taking aim
All his targets are taking aim