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Inferno Death Machine
The mass graves stink up the day
As summer’s eye stares with dismay
The bloated corpses regale
Us with tales of undying hell
What are the specters in the dreams?
Behold the bleeding maw
The inferno death machine
To die is a grip on the soul
The burning flesh hole takes its toll
Demons laughing twisting the guts
Slicing a new grin with their cuts
The flaming, the raging
Turn the screw and bite the bullet
Madness consumes the soul, the body, and the mind
Take a look deep inside and tell me what you find
Do you see yourself staring back at you?
The thing that’s killing you is now feeding me
Dig down deep in the filth and tell me what you see
Is your face kissing you from the abyss?
Monsters churn inside of the void
Reveling in the worlds destroyed
The masters sit back, they’re watching
Toasting marshmallows, flesh burning
In napalm, on the sticks
The inferno death machine kings
Consume, perfume
Exhume, heirlooms
Become the anti-heroes
Deceit, defeat
Excrete, repeat
Or the number zeroes
Rip the flesh and break the bones
Trip the wires and read the tomes
The blood runs like fine wine
Where all those fallen angels pine
What are the phantoms in the dreams?
The moans make up the thrones
The inferno death machine
Refuse, rescues
Abuse, curfews
Become the anti-godlings
Devil, angel
Apple, baneful
Or the numb puppet kings
Junkies tripping on the fresh blood
Naked bathing in crimson floods
Werewolves frolicking in red hoods
Cocktails of nightshade and wormwood
Rippling, consuming
Across the realms and neighborhoods
Now reach inside the folds of time and hold on tight
And listen to voices speaking curses throughout the night
Do you see yourself singing back to you?
The thing that’s healing you is killing me
Touching upon the holy ghost, it makes me scream
The lasting days of old are now passing
Is this what has become of us?
Idols lost in debris and rust
We are the fallen kings and queens
Fatally falling but serene
We become once again
Now, the inferno death machine
The mass graves stink up the day
As summer’s eye stares with dismay
The bloated corpses regale
Us with tales of undying hell
What are the specters in the dreams?
Behold the bleeding maw
The inferno death machine
As summer’s eye stares with dismay
The bloated corpses regale
Us with tales of undying hell
What are the specters in the dreams?
Behold the bleeding maw
The inferno death machine
To die is a grip on the soul
The burning flesh hole takes its toll
Demons laughing twisting the guts
Slicing a new grin with their cuts
The flaming, the raging
Turn the screw and bite the bullet
Madness consumes the soul, the body, and the mind
Take a look deep inside and tell me what you find
Do you see yourself staring back at you?
The thing that’s killing you is now feeding me
Dig down deep in the filth and tell me what you see
Is your face kissing you from the abyss?
Monsters churn inside of the void
Reveling in the worlds destroyed
The masters sit back, they’re watching
Toasting marshmallows, flesh burning
In napalm, on the sticks
The inferno death machine kings
Consume, perfume
Exhume, heirlooms
Become the anti-heroes
Deceit, defeat
Excrete, repeat
Or the number zeroes
Rip the flesh and break the bones
Trip the wires and read the tomes
The blood runs like fine wine
Where all those fallen angels pine
What are the phantoms in the dreams?
The moans make up the thrones
The inferno death machine
Refuse, rescues
Abuse, curfews
Become the anti-godlings
Devil, angel
Apple, baneful
Or the numb puppet kings
Junkies tripping on the fresh blood
Naked bathing in crimson floods
Werewolves frolicking in red hoods
Cocktails of nightshade and wormwood
Rippling, consuming
Across the realms and neighborhoods
Now reach inside the folds of time and hold on tight
And listen to voices speaking curses throughout the night
Do you see yourself singing back to you?
The thing that’s healing you is killing me
Touching upon the holy ghost, it makes me scream
The lasting days of old are now passing
Is this what has become of us?
Idols lost in debris and rust
We are the fallen kings and queens
Fatally falling but serene
We become once again
Now, the inferno death machine
The mass graves stink up the day
As summer’s eye stares with dismay
The bloated corpses regale
Us with tales of undying hell
What are the specters in the dreams?
Behold the bleeding maw
The inferno death machine
Published 3rd Dec 2014
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