From The Mouth Of... That One Place.
Feel the heat
Rapid-fire
Tearing flesh
A hail of death
Mounted chaos
Spitting lead
Breathing fire
All are dead
I am the war machine
Product of our misdeeds
Make you hurt, make you bleed
But you're the one pulling the trigger here
And you're the one killing here
Don't blame me
Feeding [EXPLETIVE]
Steel barrel
Bellowing casings
Muddy gallow
Bodies pile
Smoking vent
Cool it down
Kill again
You are a war machine
A product of your own misdeeds
Make them hurt, make them bleed
Pull the trigger without discretion
You're the one killing here
As far as sanity goes, you're already dead
No hope of reform, can't fix what's in your head
So kill again, and again, and again
You'll be gone tomorrow
War machine
Hollow eyes
A single bullet
The hero dies
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