Fresh, Collector Machine - Crisix

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!

Salm!

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!

It’s a pleasure for me show to you my new creation, motors on

It’s alive!

Ha ha ha ha!

Flesh-collector machine

You’ll be trapped and devoured

Beautiful form of life

You can pray for your soul

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!

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!

You are possessed by an eternal lie

Your eyes only say who you really are

Beyond the mirror there is something more

But now it’s too late, welcome to hell!

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

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

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