Flesh-Collector Machine Songtext
von Crisix

Doctor, doctor
Can you help me, please? (No)
Madman, madman!
What is your work now? (Shut up)

I′m creating a machine, and you will be the first to die
By my evil creation, calm, calm, soon you will meet
Is the hidden face of my insane brain, taste this proof of pain

Doctor, doctor!
Is this real life? Yes
Madman, madman!
I belong to you? (Fuck, yeah)

It's a pleasure for me to show to you my new creation, motors on
Three, two, one
It′s alive
It's alive

Flesh-collector machine
You'll be trapped and devoured
Beautiful form of life
You can pray for your soul


You′ll feel the horror inside you
Pleasure or pain is your choice
The nightmare has just begun (hey)
The haunting starts, you must be afraid

Fear the machine!
Slaves of pleasure, your dreams come true

Stop and watch
The machine is coming for you soul
Your world of lies
Is turned to black by the power of-
Flesh-collector machine
Is really what you want
Your hypocrisy
Useless weapon now

You are possessed by an eternal lie
Your eyes only say who you really are
Beyond the mirror, there′s something more
But now it's too late, welcome to hell!

Fear the machine
Slaves of pleasure, your dreams come true


Stop and watch
The machine is coming for your soul
Your world of lies
Is turned to black by the power of
Flesh collector machine

Don′t waste your words, this nightmare is your last breath
Through your screams, I can see that you realize
The machine doesn't forgive
It′s eating you
Now the matter is clear

I know you love it

Don't stop and watch
The machine is full of your love
Your world of fucking lies
Is turned to black by the power of the flesh-collector machine