Machines, madness, all out gore Who’s the demon started your war? Bureaucrat, fat cat, treason or thief You rip out your soul in disbelief Past food, no food, stomachs aflame Man’s destruction, just a game A sexual, homosexual, deadened disease Your brother’s dead, cries and pleas
The eve of the end It’s a chance to regret, my friend The eve of the end
Poverty, riches, where’s the line Numbers up, three score nine My killer, my lover, the scene is set Stain unto floor, still and wet She comes; he comes, knock at my door Evidence, man’s decadence, upon my floor Soulless, headless, comes a corpse The sinners breed and the devil scores
The eve of the end Til death do we part, my friend The eve of the end
Genocide, suicide, call it your will The answer’s death, just a pill Abortion solution – a doctor’s dream No use for hanger – midwife come clean Condemn to repeat – to sleepless night God’s armies – ready to fight Laughing to cry – turnover frown Swipe your soul, stolen the frown
The eve of the end Til death do we part, my friend The eve of the end
It’s coming It’s your end
Til death, til death do we part, my friendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
