MACHINE
The queen's child dressed in gray
The queen's child made from clay
The cacoon's buried under the decay
The black butterfly has come to play
Those without sin cast the first bomb
Those without sin inside the womb
Those without sin set our skies ablaze
Those full of sin created a new maze
Machine cries because it cannot control (itself)
Machine kills because it is an angel
Machine cries because it cannot feel (itself)
Machine kills because it needs a meal
In a world so enraged and pointing fingers
Not even a god can still linger
To save the world and repair the damage
Is to bathe in bombs and bleed out cartelege
The queen's child still is the anti-messiah
The queen's child is deemed a pariah
Between the legs of the corpse
Is the tradegy that was never mourned
In a world so enraged and pointing fingers
Not even a god can still linger
To save the world and repair the damage
Is to bathe in bombs and bleed out cartelege
Machine cries because it cannot control (itself)
Machine kills because it is an angel
Machine cries because it cannot feel (itself)
Machine kills because it needs a meal
This beautiful infant never asked for anything
This grotesque monster never got to know anything
This innocent demon never did anything
This guilty god was born on a crucifix
Like a modern christ this machine swallowed
Like a psychopath this machine was hallowed (out)
Like a heathen christ this infant was born
Like a broken path this machine was torn
{
Machine cries because it cannot control (itself)
Machine kills because it is an angel
Machine cries because it cannot feel (itself)
Machine kills because it needs a meal
In a world so enraged and pointing fingers
Not even a god can still linger
To save the world and repair the damage
Is to bathe in bombs and bleed out cartelege
} - [x2]
The queen still thrives in their hearts
The queen still thrives in their hearts
The queen still thrives in their hearts
The child is dead
The machine is dead
