Creative creation for your own death Proud for nothing, proud for a failure We should have stopped it, before it got this far.
And now, your precious machine turned against you Pulling yourself down further Into this hole And now, your precious machine turned against you Pulling yourself down further Into this hole
Call you to suffering... You made the machine, you made the end Easy eradication of the human race You made the machine, you made the end Easy eradication of the human race You made the machine, you made the end Easy eradication of the human race You made the machine, you made the end Easy eradication of the human race
Now you've begin to descending your own life You begin to take, the other down with you, Descending Now you've begin to descending down to hell You begin to take, the other down with you Descending..... Descending... Descending into endless Void You fall drastically, You went overboard You fall drastically,
You went overboard Victims of the machine, victims of the machine This is not what you truly desired Despite that your mind is tremble in delusion Why believe in the false miracles When you are tremble in delusion Vicious creation for your own death Pride is defiled, failure has been unveiled Unveiled. Your valued machine had betrayed you Dragging yourself down further into this dark pit Cauterize to agony, agony...
[Wahtson's solo]
Creative creation for your own death To descending into endless void. Descending into Endless Void.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
