M.i.c. Songtext

Time for a lottery, they got your number
Blood for fuel, and limbs for lumber
They just wanted more machines
For their modern war machine

M.I.C. Am I seeing it right?
M.I.C. Must be time to fight
M.I.C. The war machine is growing
M.I.C. I'm not fucking going
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