Fresh, Collector Machine

Doctor, doctor
 Can you help me, please? (No)
 Madman, madman!
 What is your work now? (Shut up)
 I'm creating a machine, and you will be the first to die
 By my evil creation, calm, calm, soon you will meet
 Is the hidden face of my insane brain, taste this proof of pain
 Doctor, doctor!
 Is this real life? Yes
 Madman, madman!
 I belong to you? (Fuck, yeah)
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 It's a pleasure for me to show to you my new creation, motors on
 Three, two, one
 It's alive
 It's alive
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 Flesh-collector machine
 You'll be trapped and devoured
 Beautiful form of life
 You can pray for your soul
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 You'll feel the horror inside you
 Pleasure or pain is your choice
 The nightmare has just begun (hey)
 The haunting starts, you must be afraid
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 Fear the machine!
 Slaves of pleasure, your dreams come true
 
 Stop and watch
 The machine is coming for you soul
 Your world of lies
 Is turned to black by the power of-
 Flesh-collector machine
 Is really what you want
 Your hypocrisy
 Useless weapon now
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 You are possessed by an eternal lie
 Your eyes only say who you really are
 Beyond the mirror, there's something more
 But now it's too late, welcome to hell!
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 Fear the machine
 Slaves of pleasure, your dreams come true
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 Stop and watch
 The machine is coming for your soul
 Your world of lies
 Is turned to black by the power of
 Flesh collector machine
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 Don't waste your words, this nightmare is your last breath
 Through your screams, I can see that you realize
 The machine doesn't forgive
 It's eating you
 Now the matter is clear
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 I know you love it
 Don't stop and watch
 The machine is full of your love
 Your world of fucking lies
 Is turned to black by the power of the flesh-collector machine