"M.I.C." lyrics

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 fight fight
M.I.C. The war machine is growing
M.I.C. I'm not fucking going

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