[Intro]
"The God machine is hungry
For individualism and ripe brains
The skull farmers do their rain dance
And pray the machine falls to sleep
She holds me close and whispers wet
'There are cannibals among us.'
Mad in love with dry dead whores
In the backs of abandoned cars
Smoking the bones of children
Plotting the murder of love"
[Verse 1]
Strapped into the chair
The needle now descends
As they lick their cracking lips
Their twitching never ends
Blood beneath their finger nails
Swallow all my pain
Dirty needles break the skin
Suck hard as I drain
[Interlude]
Drain me
Drain me
"The God machine is hungry
For individualism and ripe brains
The skull farmers do their rain dance
And pray the machine falls to sleep
She holds me close and whispers wet
'There are cannibals among us.'
Mad in love with dry dead whores
In the backs of abandoned cars
Smoking the bones of children
Plotting the murder of love"
[Verse 1]
Strapped into the chair
The needle now descends
As they lick their cracking lips
Their twitching never ends
Blood beneath their finger nails
Swallow all my pain
Dirty needles break the skin
Suck hard as I drain
[Interlude]
Drain me
Drain me
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