Machinemade God - Fuck Your Dead Heart | Текст песни

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Disease ridden, cobwebs resides in your head.
Yet you remain walkin on this earth
(Deceiving and demanding the best.)
A manifestation of agony gathers around your name.
And I swear to god, I would murder you, if I knew how.
Your name appearance,
I searched for it among those tombstones...

but at the sight of you I fled
(Away from your darkened silhoutte).
A plot to tear down the world,
distrust and disbelief coincide until it is proven (otherwise).

The consolation prize is a dagger and a knife,
handed to you on a silver plate with step by step instructions,
directing them into your chest.

FUCK YOUR DEAD HEART!