Текст песни THE MACHINE THAT BLEEDS (feat. Brody King & Colin Young)

God is a living weapon constructed by man To force us to fear what we don't understand I plunge my thumbs into your wounds Your God is here, your hell is soon It's too late Names for graves You will know what sadness feels like Hell is only a word, reality is worse There is a war You are a casualty Claustrophobia, dismay The heads of our enemies on display God's hate Your sacrifice will be forgotten Your sins will not be forgiven Not bred for war But bred for vengeance Heaven isn't a paradise, it's a prison A prison The nectar of the gods is laced with fucking arsenic