Из альбома: Odyssey (Un)Dead
"Me, I service the Machinery of Death, so that people can eat
If that makes me evil, then so be it
Spend any amount of time around people, you get your heart broke
Treachery, hypocrisy, Promise of love
Look into the mouth of the person, and you'll find lies
Wriggling there like maggots, waiting to grow wings
The world has gone mad
The man could kill from sun up to sunset and still his work would never be done"
Centuries to years, years to months, months to days, days to hours, days to hours, days to hours, days to hours
Centuries to years, years to months, months to days, days to hours,
Backwards, everything faces backwards
"Me, I service the Machinery of Death, so that people can eat
If that makes me evil, then so be it
Spend any amount of time around people, you get your heart broke
Treachery, hypocrisy, Promise of love"