Death Machine

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

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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