Track details

Released in: 2009
Album: Return To The Point Of No Return [SMPT012]

Lyrics

I'm good with my hands
I make things, I fix things
I service the machinery of death
If that makes me evil, then so be it
I'm not the sociable type, I know that
Spend any amount of time around people
You get your heart broke
Treachery, hypocrisy
Look into the mouth of a person and you'll find lies
Wriggling there like maggots
Waiting to grow wings
The world has gone mad
A man could kill from sunup, to sunset
And still his work would never be done

Look into the mouth of a person and you'll find lies
Wriggling there like maggots
Waiting to grow wings

Waiting to grow wings

I'm good with my hands
I make things, I fix things
I service the machinery of death

If that makes me evil, then so be it

I service the machinery of death
If that makes me evil, then so be it




Source: Lololyrics

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