Decay Machine Man

(Slow build up)

Bringing in the decay of my means,
the metal by which I breath.
Bringing down the seat of machine,
by which was built on human scream.
The chaos of life,
building itself.
Baring down upon the flesh that made it.
The chaos of strife,
come by steel grip and disease.
Searing in the temptations crevice.

(Hard roll on, screaming guitar for chorus)

We are gone but leave behind,
the machines that we built.
They wreck the flesh then entwine,
that which connects
the blade to the hilt.

Never see what we create.
Never see again.
Never see what is now there.
The eyes of intelligence create.

(back to slow heavy build up)

Bringing in the decay of our time,
the copper by which it breathes.
Bringing down the power of man,
by which was built on human suffering.
The chaos of life,
building itself.
Baring down upon the flesh that made it.
The chaos of strife,
come by steel grip and disease.
Searing in the temptations crevice.

(Hard roll on, screaming guitar for chorus)

We are gone but leave behind,
the machines that we built.
They wreck the flesh then entwine,
that which connects
the blade to the hilt.

Never see what we create.
Never see again.
Never see what is now there.
The eyes of intelligence create.


(repeat)