Texty:
Death Machine

I've been dreaming every night about strangling all of you I need some answers now I ask you a question, you must answer I want to know who he is You

Get to the choppa! Ah! Now our escape begins Get to the choppa It's the only way out of here Don't let them to stop you Don't let them hold you back This

Your romantic rights are all that you got Push them down son it's more than just lip C'mon girls I know you know what you want C'mon, C'mon now and give

Oh you should see her now We still love her now She is going steady But we're not ready To see her fall in love I know you are getting older We should

This war is cold and silent Our love has turned to violence You've got three years to live for something You've got three years to die for something

Be there for you someday soon Don't hold your breath I'm on the move I know you have so much to say To me but I'm on the move Move-Move-Move Oh, we

Take what you want My head is full Take what you need My price is good You want it all I've seen it once I've seen it all Now that its over this weight

So that you're not alone I wanna take you home with me Well let's stay up all night Or you can while I fall asleep Don't ask, I don't know This is all

but won't be deaf, blind, dumb Been beaten down just harder I've become Death, death Church risin' Hate, hate Church risin' Lost, lost Church risin' Death, death Church risin' Death