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• Artiste: Whitechapel
• Titre: Nercomechanical
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I, machine have woke to my insides exposed to others like me These insides are not like the anatomy of what I once was Excruciating, this pain is excruciating I am nothing but root and uselessness in a man created hell All my mind can think is to destroy anything in my way The stench of death is overpowering Though the scent is quite comforting I'm a machine I'm a machine of other worldly capabilities bestowed on the weak I'm a machine, we are the nightmare that has come to life Can it be that I am the only one believing my dreams I'm a machine I have reached my afterlife but I never died Forever endowed with the stench of the Gods I am harvesting the ones who haven't been born This imagination is reality This is reality This is reality I am a machine I am a machine