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(G. Anselmo, 2007 ChargeUp'd Inc.)

I hate when it happens to me
happens every single, god given day
it's the spirit that causes and stirs the wind
from the shattered earth, given as sand

What kind of monster starts this all?
i hate when it starts this machine..

This is a war making machine
it does not know what i mean
i tell you all the time to keep walking on
no matter how far it seems to have gone
all of us are rocked and worn
blame it on the sandstorm

It's airborne, earthbound, water and fire
creation is the fury, fuel and desire
this elemental spitting fiend
as the sandstorm makes the people scream
stand together with me,
as the chaos kills so far away

Now you know where i am
drifting deep into this land
looking far beyond your disguise
'storming all that you despise

This is a war making machine
it does not know what i mean
i tell you all the time to keep walking on
no matter how far it seems to have gone
all of us are rocked and worn
blame it on the sandstorm
(G. Anselmo, 2007 ChargeUp'd Inc.)       I hate when it happens to me   happens every single, god given day   it's the spirit that causes and stirs the wind   from the shattered earth, given as sand      What kind of monster starts this all?   i hate when it starts this machine..      This is a war making machine   it does not know what i mean   i tell you all the time to keep walking on   no matter how far it seems to have gone   all of us are rocked and worn   blame it on the sandstorm      It's airborne, earthbound, water and fire   creation is the fury, fuel and desire   this elemental spitting fiend   as the sandstorm makes the people scream   stand together with me,   as the chaos kills so far away      Now you know where i am   drifting deep into this land   looking far beyond your disguise   'storming all that you despise      This is a war making machine   it does not know what i mean   i tell you all the time to keep walking on   no matter how far it seems to have gone   all of us are rocked and worn   blame it on the sandstorm