| Song | Strange Deception |
| Artist | Holy Moses |
| Album | The New Machine Of Liechtenstein |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Classen, Classen, Kusch | |
| [1] | He's got blood shot eyes |
| Skin like wax | |
| He's malding them like clay | |
| Twisting their souls | |
| Aimed and giting deep | |
| Voracious | |
| Fragile minds | |
| He rips them apart | |
| He faints their conscience | |
| We are more than just conditiened apes | |
| He breakes the proud one's will | |
| Now we've got the chance to break our chains | |
| He stools their purpose | |
| We are more so face the fucking truth | |
| You're just machines | |
| He's in service | |
| Of something strange | |
| Something untomed | |
| That won't be denied | |
| Reaping health | |
| He stirs the crowd | |
| Making them believe | |
| His prophecy | |
| [2] | That's folic you've machines |
| Nothing but fucking machines | |
| You can't be anything, but what you are | |
| And that's a goddamned machines | |
| You are a goddamned machines | |
| He faints their ... | |
| He's in service | |
| You are machines | |
| You've done if you don't get into it |
| zuo qu : Classen, Classen, Kusch | |
| [1] | He' s got blood shot eyes |
| Skin like wax | |
| He' s malding them like clay | |
| Twisting their souls | |
| Aimed and giting deep | |
| Voracious | |
| Fragile minds | |
| He rips them apart | |
| He faints their conscience | |
| We are more than just conditiened apes | |
| He breakes the proud one' s will | |
| Now we' ve got the chance to break our chains | |
| He stools their purpose | |
| We are more so face the fucking truth | |
| You' re just machines | |
| He' s in service | |
| Of something strange | |
| Something untomed | |
| That won' t be denied | |
| Reaping health | |
| He stirs the crowd | |
| Making them believe | |
| His prophecy | |
| [2] | That' s folic you' ve machines |
| Nothing but fucking machines | |
| You can' t be anything, but what you are | |
| And that' s a goddamned machines | |
| You are a goddamned machines | |
| He faints their ... | |
| He' s in service | |
| You are machines | |
| You' ve done if you don' t get into it |
| zuò qǔ : Classen, Classen, Kusch | |
| [1] | He' s got blood shot eyes |
| Skin like wax | |
| He' s malding them like clay | |
| Twisting their souls | |
| Aimed and giting deep | |
| Voracious | |
| Fragile minds | |
| He rips them apart | |
| He faints their conscience | |
| We are more than just conditiened apes | |
| He breakes the proud one' s will | |
| Now we' ve got the chance to break our chains | |
| He stools their purpose | |
| We are more so face the fucking truth | |
| You' re just machines | |
| He' s in service | |
| Of something strange | |
| Something untomed | |
| That won' t be denied | |
| Reaping health | |
| He stirs the crowd | |
| Making them believe | |
| His prophecy | |
| [2] | That' s folic you' ve machines |
| Nothing but fucking machines | |
| You can' t be anything, but what you are | |
| And that' s a goddamned machines | |
| You are a goddamned machines | |
| He faints their ... | |
| He' s in service | |
| You are machines | |
| You' ve done if you don' t get into it |