Resurrection Band

Death Machine

Resurrection Band


The natives dance to poison drums 
Gentle sway to funeral drugs 
Machlnes drone the cannibal's feast
The healers snap their oily teeth 

The vials reek with foundry waste 
Black blood bleeds corrupted grace 
The coward sleeps the pagan sighs 
And angels take the form of flies
The coward sleeps the pagan sighs 
Angels take the form of flies 

The moral washed the conscience cleaned
All praise to the death machine 
The gods create, the inventor's paid
Hemlock surges through our veins moral 
Washed the conscience cleaned all praise
To the death machine death machine