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Pain-Powered Machine
03:32
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She lives in the hole in my heart
Her face is abstract art
I heard love will tear us apart
You can never see the end, when you're stuck on the beginning
Her love is the meanest thing
like a pain-powered machine
Step into the fire of love with me
The wonders don't care, once we shall see
Blue turns to red, than it all fades to grey
I won't tell what she would say
She kneels before me as I crawl to fame
Catch as catch can, no matter when
Her soul's purified, mine's forever unclean
like a pain-powered machine
Like Macbeth I shall sleep no more
When I'm lying with you on the floor
Like Macbeth I shall sleep no more
When my soul is rust to the core
Like Macbeth I shall sleep no more
When dying begins behind the closed door
Like Macbeth I shall sleep no more
No more dreams without my goddess whore
She makes me wanna be forgotten
Step into the oblivion with me
The wonders don't care, we shall never see
What's after, what's before us and what will never be
Maybe someday she will be back
Maybe someday she will bring me back home
The flaming gates are closing down
Leaving me outside the pleasuredome
Leaving me alone, the blackness of the screen
Now I'm the petrol for the machine
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Things That Serve
04:19
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Roses are a misery fuel
Thorns inside your heart
Pitiful men never believe
Pride won't let them see
At least we have the things that serve
that keep us away from empathy
Love can kill only when its real
Belief can prove what you feel
Luck is lost, truth generates pain
Things that serve, bind like chains
Loser can win when he's got his things
Proven to believe that they serve him well
To catch the world beneath his feet
All you need is a drop of belief
Like winning battle was in your reach
You've climb the highest rampart
To see the conflagration you left behind
Fire lightens faces of the blind
Love can kill only when its real
Belief can prove what you feel
Luck is lost, truth generates pain
Things that serve, bind like chains
Like villain never cries
Even when he blinks his eyes
Sleeping under the black disguise
Like liar never swears
And a thief never brings back stolen things
Things that serve him well
On this permenent and hopeless road to hell
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Nameless Creations Warsaw, Poland
PLAGUE PARTY:
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Pain-Powered Machine:
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We pray on fire as we dance on the razor's edge
we dare you to be real and to accept the gift of sin
we see clearly with our diamond eyes
we are nameless in name and wicked in blood
we are with you in the darkness waiting
we always want more
we are nameless creations
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