Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fresh, Collector Machine, artist - Crisix. Album song The Menace, in the genre Date of issue: 08.12.2014
Record label: Fair Warning, Gran Sol
Song language: English
Fresh, Collector Machine |
| Doctor! |
| Doctor! |
| Can you help me, please? |
| No! |
| Madman! |
| Madman! |
| What is your work now? |
| Shut up! |
| I’m creating a machine, and you will be the first to die |
| By my evil creation, calm! |
| Salm! |
| soon you will meet |
| Is the hidden face of my insane brain, taste this proof of pain! |
| Doctor! |
| Doctor! |
| Is this real life? |
| Yes! |
| Madman! |
| Madman! |
| I belong to you? |
| Fuck yeah! |
| It’s a pleasure for me show to you my new creation, motors on |
| It’s alive! |
| Ha ha ha ha! |
| Flesh-collector machine |
| You’ll be trapped and devoured |
| Beautiful form of life |
| You can pray for your soul |
| You’ll feel the horror inside you |
| Pleasure or pain is your choice |
| The nightmare has just begun, hey! |
| The haunting starts you must be afraid! |
| Fear the machine! |
| Slaves of pleasure, your dreams come true! |
| Stop! |
| And watch |
| The machine is coming for you soul |
| Your world of lies |
| Is turned to black by the power of |
| Flesh-collector machine |
| Is really what you want |
| Your hypocrisy |
| Useless weapon now! |
| You are possessed by an eternal lie |
| Your eyes only say who you really are |
| Beyond the mirror there is something more |
| But now it’s too late, welcome to hell! |
| Fear the machine! |
| Slaves of pleasure, your dreams come true! |
| Stop! |
| And watch |
| The machine is coming for you soul |
| Your world of lies |
| Is turned to black by the power of |
| Don’t waste your words, this nightmare is your last breath |
| Through your screams I can see that you realize |
| The machine doesn’t forgive |
| It’s eating you, now the matter is clear |
| I know you love it! |
| Don’t stop and watch |
| The machine is full of your love |
| Your world of fucking lies |
| Is turned to black by the power of the flesh-collector machine |