This confession takes place in front of a tragedy.
Spontaneous combustion, eliminates all the evidence.
Evil as the Incubus to spawn these ideas.
The clone of society is the structure of this aggression.
Coughing up pesticides, alluring are the penalties.
Arranged in a pine box, the flirtatious gift of the Requiem.
Impregnating soil, truth can truly have disadvantages.
Am I inconsiderate to think such things in this manner?
It's the Amazing Murder - Machine
It's the Amazing Murder - Machine
Less absorbing, strain the knowledge of this warrant.
Gather around now, this party's just getting started.
Infatuation spewing sewage.
Things advance like an atom bomb.
Oh Saint Christopher, save a shoulder for your passengers.
It's the Amazing Murder - Machine
It's the Amazing Murder - Machine
Rest assure, you'll get yours.
Skulls and bones are my hobby.
They say I'm more repulsive, foul, Hideous and deformed.
Waste not, want not.
The weak will only get weaker.
And weaker.
Here to cleanse and purify, the black hood of death waits for a funeral.
It's..... subliminal.
Even armies fall victim to my doomsday. The generals plans will end in vain.
Do you think you'll still be smiling for my Amazing Murder Machine?
Touring Hell with the Devil.
My name is Suicide Hide.
Mr. Jack Daniels accompanies me.
I've cried on his shoulder.
He's much older.
There's talk of Anarchy.
The system's coming down.
And Around.
Twitch my head and cast a spell when it's your turn for the shredder.
It doesn't get better.
Even armies fall victim to my doomsday. The generals plans will end in vain.
Do you think you'll still be smiling for my Amazing Murder, mistreating, disorder, Amazing Murder Machine?