Wakening into a world of woe I know my maker has a heart of stone Cursed creator can you hear me scream? Wherefore hast thou forsaken me? Sutured, genomed, bolt through my neck Perfectly crafted to fit your job spec Stapled together piece by piece Your masterwork turned out to be a fucking freak
Electric surges animated my limbs Blood was pumped in, I started to sin Existing in pain, haggard and lame Rehearsed the same crimes again, and again, and again I just longed to be taken for what I am Man manufactured to meet your demand Made in your image, distorted mirror Spark dashed out of your brain
Cursed creator breathe your last Savour the final fruits of arrogance Thankless existence wantonly bestowed You'll never escape my stranglehold Given life to fulfil your dream Condemned to err in darkness as a nightmare fiend Wretched creation left to suffer I'm gonna kill you motherfucker
This creature kills, twisted and bereft His vengeance will glut the maw of deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
