War Machine Songtext
von God Dethroned
War Machine Songtext
Scientific, evil sorcery
Specimens of foreign descent
The stench of death of those
Who were formerly
Known as human beings
Better known as logs of
The war machine
They hide in their cells
Inmates cry out
As they′re wishing for hell
Their blood runs cold and hot
Growing disease
The minds of the prophets were
Born in blasphemy
Babies born of rape and forced
Pregnancy
Serve as human slaves
Better known as logs of the war
Machine
The last signs of life
Pickled in a jar of formaldehyde
Their blood runs cold and hot
Growing disease
The minds of the prophets were
Born in blasphemy
Life in captivity, a living hell
They wish for death
Nobody who entered here
Will leave this place alive
Sadistic executions
This wretched place, a living hell
Human guinea pigs tortured to death
Your body is ailing with fever
And disease
The walls too high, there's no escape
You wish for death more than
Freedom
The stench of death of those
Who were formerly
Known as human beings
Better known as logs of the war
Machine
They hide in their cells
Inmates cry out
As they′re wishing for hell
Their blood runs cold and hot
Growing disease
The minds of the prophets were
Born in blasphemy
The war machine
Specimens of foreign descent
The stench of death of those
Who were formerly
Known as human beings
Better known as logs of
The war machine
They hide in their cells
Inmates cry out
As they′re wishing for hell
Their blood runs cold and hot
Growing disease
The minds of the prophets were
Born in blasphemy
Babies born of rape and forced
Pregnancy
Serve as human slaves
Better known as logs of the war
Machine
The last signs of life
Pickled in a jar of formaldehyde
Their blood runs cold and hot
Growing disease
The minds of the prophets were
Born in blasphemy
Life in captivity, a living hell
They wish for death
Nobody who entered here
Will leave this place alive
Sadistic executions
This wretched place, a living hell
Human guinea pigs tortured to death
Your body is ailing with fever
And disease
The walls too high, there's no escape
You wish for death more than
Freedom
The stench of death of those
Who were formerly
Known as human beings
Better known as logs of the war
Machine
They hide in their cells
Inmates cry out
As they′re wishing for hell
Their blood runs cold and hot
Growing disease
The minds of the prophets were
Born in blasphemy
The war machine
Writer(s): Dave Meester, Henri Sattler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

