Diabolus Ex Machina

End of The World

Diabolus Ex Machina


200 useless years of history 
200 million useless blood-thirsty automatons 
200 bloody generals 
That play to risk on our witness. 

Blood answers to blood, death to death 
Presumed martyrdoms burns in fire balls 
Immolates you of napalm, runs towards the paradise 
Conjectures from Middle Ages 

And while from east of the raining bombs. 
And pieces of humanoid disfigure by the atom 
Make news in the televisions of the world 
Oblige to leave the machine of the aids 
Show me, cowboy, how can you resist from alcohol 
While you' re driving your corvette to high speed 
Look, it' simple to buy a gun for you 
But it' s difficult to enter a pub and drink a beer 
Stupid laws for good automatons 
Obliterate from your birth 
In cowboy' s mind the women are enslaved 
He declares wars In order to remember misfits of his father 
Master of black gold 
And while the eagle of metal 
Flies in the blue sky 
Tracing geometrical lines 
charming sadistic aliens 
He thinks with your head, automaton 
Breaks the gold chain of submission 
I fight against who hides 
You destroy their law 
You listen to my words