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DOOMSDAY MACHINE SCHEMATIC LYRICS
"Kill Zombies or Die Trying!!" (2005 Demo)
1. Progressions to the End
2. Wrath of the Bloodwake
3. The Great Circuiting
4. 5 Dead in 4 Seconds
5. Ribcage Tanlines
6. 90 NPS (live)
7. The Return (live)
1. Progressions to the End
2. Wrath of the Bloodwake
Storm clouds... They gather awaiting the night while the gale force is shrieking with inhuman might. The corsairs are restless, drinking to death, preparing to plunder the scum form the land. Salt spray burns my eyes! The heaving ship is straining. Follow in their wake! Silently we're gaining. Raise our flag of war! The crew is getting ready. As we board their ship! Our treasure there is waiting. Battle cries ring through the night. Blood stains the deck, an inhuman sight. The captain in my hands- his treasure has become mine! As we leave their ship, we'll sink them to the sand. They will never see the sun... They're bound to the shores of Acheron.
3. The Great Circuiting
In the future, the past has occurred, man and machine waged epic war. First man made the machines- mass-produced enemies. Now man is doomed! Many were killed... War pressed on. Man has won. The machines crushed… All but one- the Doomsday Machine! All men pound into dust in the gears of the machine. A perfect union of death- an apex of progression. A massive morbid terror erasing man from earth. Thus befell the Great Circuiting, the last folly of all mankind.
4. 5 Dead in 4 Seconds
The smoke has barely settled; the bodies were still warm. The cards were strewn among them, the tables overturned. Five bodies, five six-shooters, five pine boxes full- waiting. The blood and whisky mingle. The dusty floors are stained. Bullets flew, blood was shed, and in four seconds five were dead... Five dead in four seconds. They tried to cheat each other; they had a debt to pay. They drew and opened fire... No one survives this day.
5. Ribcage Tanlines
In a flash it happened- night time turned into day. I rise from this rubble confused and alone. Nothing seems familiar. Rampant silence reigns as this burning snow enshrouds me despite this bitter wind. This is the winter of our discontent. The streets are littered with the bodies of the decomposing. Violence escalates... Mutants all around me- coming for me! Shotgun in my hand, Bruce Campbell- come and save me! Running through the ash across the landscape, charred and broken. I have to find some shelter- I cannot die like this! I cannot run faster. They're slowly gaining. I sink to my knees at this pool of condensation and what I see before me makes my blood run cold. My visage burned and deformed, I've become one of them...
6. 90 NPS (live)
Alas, you bad, bad man! Keep thy meat in thy pantaloons, lest ye be smitten. Thou hast debauched a comely maiden. Thou shalt suffer. Nut puch! Nut punch! Nut punch! Nut puuuuuuuuunch!
7. The Return (live)
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