Woorden:
Holy Moses The New Machine Of Liechtenstein

shells They're using bombs Blozing rockets fire power Pulling trigger The soldiers sense The giants urge to devour The got it clear In their sights The new

: A mummified voice behind the veil A distant sound that still reminds me Of churchbells mourning my success I want to leave this world behind me Feeling

: Now it's infecting you Just like a plague Your body is transformed Before it's drained Sucking life energy From every cell And your remains An empty

lights The faint impression that it's watching us But are we safe It might sneak past The shattered windshield of this bus A new machine Has come to purge

s folic you've machines Nothing but fucking machines You can't be anything, but what you are And that's a goddamned machines You are a goddamned machines