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Machines, madness, all out gore
Whos the demon started your war?
Bureaucrat, fat cat, treason or thief
You rip out your soul in disbelief
Past food, no food, stomachs aflame
Mans destruction, just a game
A sexual, homosexual, deadened disease
Your brothers dead, cries and pleas
The eve of the end
Its a chance to regret, my friend
The eve of the end
Poverty, riches, wheres the line
Numbers up, three score nine
My killer, my lover, the scene is set
Stain unto floor, still and wet
She comes; he comes, knock at my door
Evidence, mans decadence, upon my floor
Soulless, headless, comes a corpse
The sinners breed and the devil scores
The eve of the end
'til death do we part, my friend
The eve of the end
Genocide, suicide, call it your will
The answers death, just a pill
Abortion solution a doctors dream
No use for hanger midwife come clean
Condemn to repeat to sleepless night
Gods armies ready to fight
Laughing to cry turnover frown
Swipe your soul, stolen the frown
The eve of the end
'til death do we part, my friend
The eve of the end
Its coming
Its your end
''til death, 'til death do we part, my friend