Death Machine

Lyrics
Day of hate and day of death Day when deceivers draw their final frozen breath Tie them up as if you're going to tie them down Chain them to your kind of madness Let them know the sadness They gave to you Let them fall down on their knees Begging us never to manipulate the squeeze See them squirming - offering to lick your boots Give them nothing they can cope with No one they can hope with Nothing to do Now as you communicate Show them your powers as you let them watch and wait When they know that they can never understand Madness be their consolation Fear, their masturbation Death, their demand (...) Fuck the Lycanthropic acids Poured from philosophic steins Who would love the wretched bastards With their neatly watered vines ? Fuck their fuming fetid reason Foaming, forming Aldehydes Saints preserve the Holy reason When their Sons become their Brides
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Credits
- Writers
- Bruce Haack