Soliloquies of the War Machine
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β±οΈ 4:42 duration
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π Lyrics
The machine that festers its offspring into the heart of man
It summons beckoning to the temple of faith
Shining a beacon to grip control in wanting minds
Together they spread slavery into pristine disguise
Of fountains spreading red
Awaiting in halls carved of beating hearts that curtain the windows
What's left of them fall but those who convulse behind the machine
Fear the power it gives so they breed manipulations
Chains that bind the spirit and the mind
Enter into this wall crawling fever dream
The chapel in shackled cloaks shook wide eyed
Beneath the pews the knees bent backwards
As candles sweat into stigmata held reservoirs
"I welcome you to this sanctuary"
Said the scalpel stalking priest
Its hands fitted with knives as it caresses its congregation
They stood paralyzed
Testaments mangled to authorities
Feeding illusive lords
Confessions to the ears of traitors
Blinded flock forged enlightened will
Deformed for the hold of the
Blade grasp priesthood
Praying in pools of pastoral lust under
The disguise of her shifting eyes a blur
Sewn with fear came together for
Greater good of the masters lore
They appeared before singing conjuring hymns of old
Suited in its cold thread
Awaiting in halls carved of beating hearts that curtain the windows
What's left of them fall but those who convulse behind the machine
Fear the power it gives
It summons beckoning to the temple of faith
Shining a beacon to grip control in wanting minds
Together they spread slavery into pristine disguise
Of fountains spreading red
Awaiting in halls carved of beating hearts that curtain the windows
What's left of them fall but those who convulse behind the machine
Fear the power it gives so they breed manipulations
Chains that bind the spirit and the mind
Enter into this wall crawling fever dream
The chapel in shackled cloaks shook wide eyed
Beneath the pews the knees bent backwards
As candles sweat into stigmata held reservoirs
"I welcome you to this sanctuary"
Said the scalpel stalking priest
Its hands fitted with knives as it caresses its congregation
They stood paralyzed
Testaments mangled to authorities
Feeding illusive lords
Confessions to the ears of traitors
Blinded flock forged enlightened will
Deformed for the hold of the
Blade grasp priesthood
Praying in pools of pastoral lust under
The disguise of her shifting eyes a blur
Sewn with fear came together for
Greater good of the masters lore
They appeared before singing conjuring hymns of old
Suited in its cold thread
Awaiting in halls carved of beating hearts that curtain the windows
What's left of them fall but those who convulse behind the machine
Fear the power it gives
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.42] The machine that festers its offspring into the heart of man
[00:17.12] It summons beckoning to the temple of faith
[00:27.65] Shining a beacon to grip control in wanting minds
[00:32.02] Together they spread slavery into pristine disguise
[00:42.26] Of fountains spreading red
[00:46.50] Awaiting in halls carved of beating hearts that curtain the windows
[00:56.59] Whatβs left of them fall but those who convulse behind the machine
[01:05.75] Fear the power it gives so they breed manipulations
[01:12.58] Chains that bind the spirit and the mind
[01:15.09] Enter into this wall crawling fever dream
[01:25.85] The chapel in shackled cloaks shook wide eyed
[01:29.74] Beneath the pews the knees bent backwards
[02:31.54] As candles sweat into stigmata held reservoirs
[02:43.04] βI welcome you to this sanctuaryβ
[02:58.04] Said the scalpel stalking priest
[03:00.98] Its hands fitted with knives as it caresses its congregation
[03:11.14] They stood paralyzed
[03:13.11] Testaments mangled to authorities
[03:18.87] Feeding illusive lords
[03:21.22] Confessions to the ears of traitors
[03:24.42] Blinded flock forged enlightened will
[03:31.84] Deformed for the hold of the
[03:36.76] Blade grasp priesthood
[03:42.87] Praying in pools of pastoral lust under
[03:45.19] The disguise of her shifting eyes a blur
[03:46.38] Sewn with fear came together for
[03:47.52] Greater good of the masters lore
[03:49.42] They appeared before singing conjuring hymns of old
[03:52.18] Suited in its cold thread
[04:12.38] Awaiting in halls carved of beating hearts that curtain the windows
[04:22.20] Whatβs left of them fall but those who convulse behind the machine
[04:30.11] Fear the power it gives
[04:33.17]
[00:17.12] It summons beckoning to the temple of faith
[00:27.65] Shining a beacon to grip control in wanting minds
[00:32.02] Together they spread slavery into pristine disguise
[00:42.26] Of fountains spreading red
[00:46.50] Awaiting in halls carved of beating hearts that curtain the windows
[00:56.59] Whatβs left of them fall but those who convulse behind the machine
[01:05.75] Fear the power it gives so they breed manipulations
[01:12.58] Chains that bind the spirit and the mind
[01:15.09] Enter into this wall crawling fever dream
[01:25.85] The chapel in shackled cloaks shook wide eyed
[01:29.74] Beneath the pews the knees bent backwards
[02:31.54] As candles sweat into stigmata held reservoirs
[02:43.04] βI welcome you to this sanctuaryβ
[02:58.04] Said the scalpel stalking priest
[03:00.98] Its hands fitted with knives as it caresses its congregation
[03:11.14] They stood paralyzed
[03:13.11] Testaments mangled to authorities
[03:18.87] Feeding illusive lords
[03:21.22] Confessions to the ears of traitors
[03:24.42] Blinded flock forged enlightened will
[03:31.84] Deformed for the hold of the
[03:36.76] Blade grasp priesthood
[03:42.87] Praying in pools of pastoral lust under
[03:45.19] The disguise of her shifting eyes a blur
[03:46.38] Sewn with fear came together for
[03:47.52] Greater good of the masters lore
[03:49.42] They appeared before singing conjuring hymns of old
[03:52.18] Suited in its cold thread
[04:12.38] Awaiting in halls carved of beating hearts that curtain the windows
[04:22.20] Whatβs left of them fall but those who convulse behind the machine
[04:30.11] Fear the power it gives
[04:33.17]