MＲ.MＩＳＴ - In This Machine We'll Die | Текст песни

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My joy of which your lips supply
A toy in this machine we’ll die
I’ll spare no pain that might affect your pleasure
I am but mortal twisted vains and terror
A crow with but one feather
Break my wings there’s no greater gesture

Break all the gates I’m not running away
Drain all my blood but the pain will stay
My emotions are going I can’t convey
This will be the doomsday

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