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You need some lovin' o' monstermaniac
style and fashion
and I'm a device of horny steel
You need to believe in the dirty lovin'
o' lusty passion
You need a spin in the torture wheel
I say yeah, now who could put it there
Now who could really care
I hear the call yeah
I can
Biomechanic man
You need to be on a roll and make
a show of money
You need to get the healer here
You gotta know when it's bad
It's gonna be funny
you gotta get in the cyber-feel
I say yeah, need to know when and were
Now who could make you fear
I hear the call yeah
I am Biomechanic man
I'm all man and all machine
a little sicko, little mean
I rock your brains out
And you're sure to be damned
I lick your little finger
then I chew up your hand
for that's who I am:
The Biomechanic man

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our song :)

14 August, 2013 - DzEmas | 0 Comments

She's over by my place as decoration
I preserved her face for inspiration

Flashlights from authorities
Lanterns brighten up the scene
Familiar faces of the long dead

The mad butcher goes bump in the night
And loneliness
It makes nights endless
The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight
It incubates my grief and madness
And sometimes
That's when I get a deadached

I can't feel myself I'm sinking deeper
Mother's not really gone, I'm dressing in her

Dusty musty shrine to ma
Board the door so she'll keep long
There's no way that she'll be leaving me

Sometimes - I get a deadache yeah
Sometimes - I get a deadache yeah
Sometimes

In November 18 I lost my family
They took away all my friends and blamed insanity

The mad butcher goes bump in the night
And loneliness
It makes nights endless
The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight
It incubates my grief and madness
And sometimes
That's when I get a deadachedShe's over by my place as decoration
I preserved her face for inspiration

Flashlights from authorities
Lanterns brighten up the scene
Familiar faces of the long dead

The mad butcher goes bump in the night
And loneliness
It makes nights endless
The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight
It incubates my grief and madness
And sometimes
That's when I get a deadached

I can't feel myself I'm sinking deeper
Mother's not really gone, I'm dressing in her

Dusty musty shrine to ma
Board the door so she'll keep long
There's no way that she'll be leaving me

Sometimes - I get a deadache yeah
Sometimes - I get a deadache yeah
Sometimes

In November 18 I lost my family
They took away all my friends and blamed insanity

The mad butcher goes bump in the night
And loneliness
It makes nights endless
The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight
It incubates my grief and madness
And sometimes
That's when I get a deadached

The Kids Who Wanna Play With The Dead

14 August, 2013 - DzEmas | 0 Comments

Was it already there in the womb?
Were we pulled out way too soon?
Were we quite too long? Were we too small?
Or were we dropped on the floor?

Could it be something we ate?
Did they let us stay up too late?
Were there not enough rules?
Did we get too much love?
Was it something they taught us in school?

'Cause inside something bad's awakened
The evil opens it's eyes
The temper's rising and the house is shaking
To get out is no longer an option
These are the deeds of the beast

We're the kids who wanna play with the dead
(Whoah-woah!)
We must have lost our minds
'cause we might lose our heads
We're the kids who wanna play with the dead
(Whoah-woah!)
See us, pretty brides, and the evil we wed
Oh Lord, we play with the dead

Was it something we saw on TV?
The films that were gross and obscene?
Is it the clothes and the black-dyed hair,

Or were we just not aware?

There must have been some dangerous toys
And the music sings of murderous ploys
It's not like we did not have a choice
Backward masking gives the devil a voice

'Cause inside something bad's awakened
The evil opens it's eyes
The temper's rising and the house is shaking
To get out is no longer an option
These are the deeds of the beast

We're the kids who wanna play with the dead
(Whoah-woah!)
We must have lost our minds
'cause we might lose our heads
We're the kids who wanna play with the dead
(Whoah-woah!)
See us, pretty brides, and the evil we wed
Oh Lord, we play with the dead

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To get out is no longer an option
These are the deeds of the beast

We're the kids who wanna play with the dead
(Whoah-woah!)
We must have lost our minds
'cause we might lose our heads
We're the kids who wanna play with the dead
(Whoah-woah!)
See us, pretty brides, and the evil we wed
Oh Lord

Now we wanna play with the dead
We lose our heads
Oh Lord, now we play with the dead
We lose our heads
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord, now we play with the dead