Freak Machine - Man is the Bastard

Grinning smiling

Mouths are fucking foaming dry…

Making slaves they’re coming by the thousands — kill…

Take command of all the world’s power

Attempt to go in and scrape the bodies off

The blackened battered streets

Regress in the name of heaven

Expel thy creator…

Surround the weaklings of disease

Pound the shit out of all that control the masses of their rightful sanity…

designate

The power of intrusion — grade a plot bury all authority…

Now command is in the hands of evil

Fight hard — to regain what was lost and trampled by the fattened corporate

dicks freak machine has claimed

It’s victory for now