| Song | Machine Gun Messiah |
| Artist | Sybreed |
| Album | Slave Design |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ben, Drop | |
| I speak the tongue of god in nine cold millimeters | |
| Systematic and blind, I'm the relentless nerve of war | |
| That bring the truth of pain and lead everyone to brand new devasted times | |
| I draw the ruins of future: dislocated bodies, face down, praying their lord | |
| Of randomized insanity | |
| Consummed in gazoline, they build the church of their own demise | |
| Humanity will fall on his knees | |
| Follow the savior, see the flesh divine | |
| I'm am the new messiah: a christic pose to clear the way | |
| I taste the blood, the sordid smell of human filth | |
| And emerge from the desert of reality | |
| Rotating gears to dominate, ressurected now for judgement day, to purge your sin | |
| Burn! Innocence is lost, all faith is gone | |
| And now you deserve to extinct | |
| Nailed to the cross, you're punished for your lies | |
| I draw the ruins of future: dislocated bodies, face down, praying their lord | |
| Of randomized inanity | |
| Consummed in gazoline, they build the curch of their own demise | |
| Repent! |
| zuo qu : Ben, Drop | |
| I speak the tongue of god in nine cold millimeters | |
| Systematic and blind, I' m the relentless nerve of war | |
| That bring the truth of pain and lead everyone to brand new devasted times | |
| I draw the ruins of future: dislocated bodies, face down, praying their lord | |
| Of randomized insanity | |
| Consummed in gazoline, they build the church of their own demise | |
| Humanity will fall on his knees | |
| Follow the savior, see the flesh divine | |
| I' m am the new messiah: a christic pose to clear the way | |
| I taste the blood, the sordid smell of human filth | |
| And emerge from the desert of reality | |
| Rotating gears to dominate, ressurected now for judgement day, to purge your sin | |
| Burn! Innocence is lost, all faith is gone | |
| And now you deserve to extinct | |
| Nailed to the cross, you' re punished for your lies | |
| I draw the ruins of future: dislocated bodies, face down, praying their lord | |
| Of randomized inanity | |
| Consummed in gazoline, they build the curch of their own demise | |
| Repent! |
| zuò qǔ : Ben, Drop | |
| I speak the tongue of god in nine cold millimeters | |
| Systematic and blind, I' m the relentless nerve of war | |
| That bring the truth of pain and lead everyone to brand new devasted times | |
| I draw the ruins of future: dislocated bodies, face down, praying their lord | |
| Of randomized insanity | |
| Consummed in gazoline, they build the church of their own demise | |
| Humanity will fall on his knees | |
| Follow the savior, see the flesh divine | |
| I' m am the new messiah: a christic pose to clear the way | |
| I taste the blood, the sordid smell of human filth | |
| And emerge from the desert of reality | |
| Rotating gears to dominate, ressurected now for judgement day, to purge your sin | |
| Burn! Innocence is lost, all faith is gone | |
| And now you deserve to extinct | |
| Nailed to the cross, you' re punished for your lies | |
| I draw the ruins of future: dislocated bodies, face down, praying their lord | |
| Of randomized inanity | |
| Consummed in gazoline, they build the curch of their own demise | |
| Repent! |