Lyrics of M.i.c.

It's time for a lottery, they got your number
Blood for fuel and limbs for lumber
They just wanted more machines
For their modern war machines

M.i.c.
Am i seeing it right?
M.i.c.
Must be time to fight, fight, fight

M.i.c.
War machine is growing
M.i.c.
I'm not fucking going

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

M.i.c.
Am i seeing it right?
M.i.c.
Must be time to fight

M.i.c.
War machine is growing
M.i.c.
I'm not fucking going
I'm not fucking going
I'm not fucking going

I'm fucking going