Fuck Your Dead Heart - Machinemade God

Disease ridden, cobwebs reside in your head

Yet you remain walkin on this earth (Deceiving and demanding the best)

A manifestation of agony gathers around your name

And I swear to god, I would murder you, if I knew how

Your name appearance, I searched for it among those tombstones…

But at the sight of you I fled (Away from you darkened silhoutte)

A plot to tear down the world, distrust and disbelief coincide until it is

proven (otherwise)

The consolation prize is a dagger and a knife

Handed to you on a silver plate with step by step instructions

Directing them into your chest

FUCK YOUR DEAD HEART!