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 boys   in the backs of   abandoned cars   smoking the bones of children   plotting the murder of love      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   drain me   drain me   sunken eyes, a twisted spine   a whiter shade of pale   rockabilly man come to pound the coffin nails   inject my stomach full of   cockroach eggs   their machine is coming carried on a million legs   waking in the sleep of reason   winter is the forever season   lick thy mother's bleeding lips   from this glass of hate we sip   fuck the glass we pump the keg   kill conception at the egg   her chin is wet with someone's hate   love, disfigure, amputate   amputate   amputate   can you remember how it felt to be alive?   your god machine is cold   and dead your eyes they cannot cry   fuck your deities of dying love   we have shot them down from the skies above   screaming convulsing   my eyes are bleeding   be silent now and take your beating   I wonder how long you would live   with a bullet in your gut   I wonder how much shit you'd talk   if your throat was cut   I wonder what you'd sound like begging me   to let you breathe   I wonder how much pain it would take   to make you all believe   believe, believe, believe, believe   in me   I'm your god machine   fuck your god