Kut Sotor - SLAVE TAX Lyrics

I'm tired baby we don't have anything
These machines
They take all my money!

Baby I know
You want to go
Where you can't visit
Or come back
Getting away from the machines
And Slave tax

Baby I know
You want to go
Where you can't visit
Or come back
Getting away from the machines
And Slave tax

Baby I know
You want to go
Where you can't visit
Or come back
Getting away from the machines
And Slave tax

Baby I know
You want to go
Where you can't visit
Or come back
Getting away from the machines
And Slave tax

I said it's machines making machines
Then my computer broke
It must be cameras in the walls
We are at war with false intelligence
Your voice being used for criminal views
The streets has changed
But still stays the same
As each day news reports
Blaming you for this flame
They'll copy your style
And disrespect your name
Please watch out for these lames
They'll rent their watch
And their shoes and what-not!
Trying to act like stars
I'm from the mud with scars
Lover of peace but always ready for war
I'll never settle for yours
This time you can make a change
Which weapon you want to use to flame
Flew over now I'm walking in the game
So praise God I don't take aim
Cause by now you know
I'm not taking names
Can't trust these clones
This journey it's for me to do alone
Splatter everyone next to you
Wires coming out of you
Now it's dripping out clear blood

Baby I know
You want to go
Where you can't visit
Or come back
Getting away from the machines
And Slave tax

Baby I know
You want to go
Where you can't visit
Or come back
Getting away from the machines
And Slave tax

Baby I know
You want to go
Where you can't visit
Or come back
Getting away from the machines
And Slave tax

Baby I know
You want to go
Where you can't visit
Or come back
Getting away from the machines
And Slave tax

Who told you to visit here
It's literally nothing here
Just machines making machines
And really at all times by all means
They'll kill you with artificial means
Blood made from soybeans
In these part's we don't fear machines
Those without a soul is a unclean
Still, we have no fear what's not seen
Like a blind man steering into a gun
These machines are programmed
To kill us for one
Do you understand or are you dumb?
You'r wasting your time using a gun
While I'm looking into the midnight sun
It wasn't programmed to love us
Still my mom's favorite son
How they lied to us blatantly bum
Is this freemasonry or vagrancy
No my soul you won't take from me
From now on no more table salt fatally
Just run when they appear
You can read this here from the dog ear
Please don't interfere with my fiscal year
My money coming in that's what you should fear, fear

Baby I know
You want to go
Where you can't visit
Or come back
Getting away from the machines
And Slave tax

Baby I know
You want to go
Where you can't visit
Or come back
Getting away from the machines
And Slave tax

Baby I know
You want to go
Where you can't visit
Or come back
Getting away from the machines
And Slave tax

Baby I know
You want to go
Where you can't visit
Or come back
Getting away from the machines
And Slave tax