Humans, my morbid choir
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sing your songs in death-like-silence
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Humans, my precious puppets
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fracture in your world is turning upwards
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In the glare of the moon
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In the galactic distortions
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The machinery of hell
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waits my command
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Electronic genocide
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Future fate of mankind
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Electronic genocide
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Humans, burn your gods
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replace them with electronic ones
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Humans, I collect your sins
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it is the power which runs in me
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My demons, nothing is holy
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Electronic genocide
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World full of hate
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shall taste its own wrath
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One with horns,
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and his wrath
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I feel it
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in me, in you
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My demons, nothing is holy
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Electronic genocide
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World full of hate
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shall taste its own wrath
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In the glare of the moon
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In the galactic distortions
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My hybrid demons
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waits my command
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Electronic genocide
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Future dream of mankind
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Electronic genocide
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Humans, rape the world
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let there be a better one
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Humans, believe in me
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I am a machine from pits of Hell
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Angel in demon, merciless, computerized
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I am, and will be
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Plastik messiah, synthetic saviour
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for the faceless masses
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Electronic Genocide
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| Trollheim's Grott |
