"The God machine is hungry for individualism and ripe brains.
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The skull farmers do their rain dance and pray the machine falls to sleep.
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She holds me close and whispers wet, "there are cannibals among us".
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Mad in love with dry dead whores in the backs of abandoned cars.
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Smoking the bones of jesus, plotting the murder of love."
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Strapped into the chair the needle now descends
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As they lick their cracking lips their twitching never ends
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Blood beneath their finger nails, swallow all my pain
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Dirty needles break the skin, suck hard as I drain
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Drain me (x2)
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Sunken eyes, a twisted spine, a whiter shade of pale
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Rockabilly man come to pound the coffin nails
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Inject my stomach full of cockroach eggs
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Their machine is coming carried on a million legs
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Waking in the sleep of reason, winter is the forever season
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Lick thy mother's bleeding lips, from this glass of hate we sip
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Fuck the glass we pump the keg, kill conception at the egg
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Her chin is wet with someone's hate, love, disfigure, amputate
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Amputate (x2)
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Can you remember how it felt to be alive?
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Your god machine is cold and dead your eyes they cannot cry
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Fuck your deities of dying love!
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We have shot them down from the skies above
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Screaming convulsing, my eyes are bleeding
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Be silent now and take your beating
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I wonder how long you would live with a bullet in your gut
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I wonder how much shit you'd talk if your throat was cut
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I wonder what you'd sound like begging me to let you breathe
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I wonder how much pain it would take to make you all believe
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Believe, believe, believe, believe in me, yeah
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I'm your god machine
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Fuck your god!
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God Machine
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Acid Bath |