M.I.C. Lyrics

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 f**king 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 f**king going
I'm not f**king going
I'm not f**king going

I'm f**king going