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feed, to kill." "In your name; I bestow your pain By your face; I destroy his grace Through your eyes; I create all lies By your flesh; I
us, seal us, Speak to us ... Jesus, Lord, vindicate our blood ... "Run to me, my child of light In this your darkest hour ... For I am here with you, I
Then the fourth angel poured his bowl Upon the sun and the flames came And men were scorched with fire, in blasphemy... The cursed the God of plagues
History has fallen, and the gates of Eden Are closed again ... From creation to eternity; the spiritual war For the souls of men ... For we do not wrestle
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air I know I can count on you Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care" But you've got the
Well I got a cold winter wind blowin' behind me and you But Candy's got a man who takes care of her better than I do Alright Well there's machine and
exhaust Is costing your life renewal I bring about a change meanin I'm about as strange as they come I come from the depths and wish they slept none son I am I was I be because I
I am (Secret, secret, I've got a secret) Machine or mannequin (Secret, secret, I've got a secret) With parts made in Japan (Secret, secret, I've got
fa§ade I gotta love with all that I got And we're gonna praise Him like it or not I am, I am not I'm not ashamed of the gospel of Jesus [2x] I am not
faA§ade I gotta love with all that I got And we're gonna praise Him like it or not I am, I am not I'm not ashamed of the gospel of Jesus (2x) I am not
in control, I crave the dead One with the dead, I am A prophetized death machine, unleashed Bones are splintered as I saw, Decadence to feed Murder is
peace lies dead i will bleed you dry I put your flesh to fire i cleanse the world with destruction and desire The saviour damned my birth the tempter
me away Your minds are too green, I despise all I've seen You can't stake your lives on a Saviour Machine I need you flying and I'll show that dying
quadrasonic and a washing machine. So workers of the nation unite. I am your man I'll work out a five-year plan So vote for me brothers And I will
wo shiri tai You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin With parts made in Japan, I am the modren man I've got a secret I've been hiding under my
Fitlhgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner unknown to remorse and pity cynical, electrical fucking murderer What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the Unholy