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DEAD WORLD LYRICS
"The Machine" (1993)
1. Cold Hate
2. Lies
3. 180
4. Kill
5. Blood Everywhere
6. The Machine
7. Orgy Of Self Mutilation
8. El Shaddi
1. Cold Hate
Cathode ray messiah, window to the soul.
Eradicate all rational thought, let's kill and hit the road.
Severed head and empty heart, feet swing with the wind.
Torch the church and shoot the priest, we are walking sin.
Cold Hate...
Murder without reason, dispense with moral rule.
Break the chains that bind you, spill the blood of truth.
Rusty scalpel amputation, no anesthetic at hand.
Warped guise of modern culture, it's all part of the plan.
Cold Hate...
Altered plane of my conception, one link upon the chain.
Bury your living memory, vent all putrid pain.
Rape the wound, infect the pure, virus of the word.
Dissect the establishment, take pride in the absurd.
Cold Hate...
I don't need your pity, despise your trust.
Head full of anger, heart full of hate, twisted sadistic lust.
Lay the blade upon my back, smother it with lies.
Beat me senseless, Beat me senseless, joy to hear my cries.
Cold Hate...
2. Lies
Standing with the sadist, dark side of the mind.
Penetrate the walls of disorder, desire I can't deny.
Pinned down by enemy cross fire, kiss your life good-bye.
Prison with walls my darling, beneath the blood red sky.
Lies...
See your sister tied down, my chaos kills her cries.
Tell me who your god is, spread legs nice and wide.
A symptom of my sickness, within my faded eyes.
Eruptive waves of violence crush your worthless lives.
Lies...
Surgical arena, twisted pit of desire.
Feel my ultraviolence lover, as you slowly die.
Car crash victim struggles, cut off at the thighs.
Ebony blood and distorted visage echo in my mind.
Lies...
3. 180
4. Kill
He's just a face in the crowd,
a nondescript man,
a dim witted mouthful of lies.
Football on the TV,
beer in the hand,
the extent of his rational depth.
He's a god fearing man,
a wife beating fuck,
a vacuous flag waving fool.
Rip out his heart,
feed him his dick,
gut him like a hamstrung deer,
Kill, kill that man...
5. Blood Everywhere
6. The Machine
I see it in their faces, below the veil of peace.
The twisted mask of slavery, all free will deceased.
Their words they tell me nothing, smoke screen conceals the lies.
Carbon copied acquiescence, faceless suit and tie.
Crawl back in your holes, when the work day's through...
One cog in the machine, the machine runs you...
The soul it burns for fuel.
Mass exploitation and riches for the few.
Christ of modern culture, work away the sin,
sleep away the anger, work day soon begins.
Crawl back in your holes, when the work day's through...
One cog in the machine, the machine runs you...
7. Orgy Of Self Mutilation
8. El Shaddi
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