Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Suffering Machine , by - Buck 65. Song from the album Secret House Against The World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп Release date: 27.06.2005 Record label: Buck 65 Song language: English
The Suffering Machine
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Jackets and shoes
Pistols and pens
Poor boy, feels like I ain’t got no friends
I wake up nervous
Sunday is gloomy
Eyes on the sidewalk
Look right through me
I hear myself breathing
Trying to focus
Goodbye Babylon
Wandering hopeless
The drifter
Singing the lament to the non-trier
The isolation makes me wanna set myself on
Fire
But I don’t live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
I pick all the flowers
Extinguish the flames
The insanity is I can remember all of their names
The bottom of the barrel
It’s no way how to be
But the cold and the silence
Beats the shit out of me
The windows are wooden
But I shouldn’t complain
I’ll just keep digging
Until I’m good and insane
Cobwebs and apple cores
Old ghosts and vestiges
The woman at the desk says I ain’t got no messages