God is the bullet
Have mercy on your weakest son
Shoot to divide
The flesh closing in upon flesh
God is the bullet
And the sword
Which divides us
Forever separates us
Oh what a cruel soul
Upon my unfortunate soul
He preys on the weak
Art thou a sinner or saint?
Oh poor unfortunate soul
Why is life so cruel?
God is the bullet
He says 'sit Up Dude!'
And I come closer to God
The image of a Man
reflected in my manhood
is my Father
I am the FAther
I am the Father
I am the Father
Swallow your pride
Your a man
You're a heavy metal machine
Swallow your pride
You're part of company
Don't fail me
Because you're my number 1 son..
But that's what He tells everyone
As the weak become crushed
By the strong who step
On the weak's hearts and souls..
It is not a matter of what we believe in
It is a matter of what you can face up to
And in this I cannot feel
I cannot empathize with you
there's not much to believe in
I fold myself
And if there were something to believe in
I would be headon
Even as a mad romantic..
Because my mind
is my core existance
While she's sentimental over the shoulder
She asks for love
But she gets the back of my hand
She sings in irony
As I am a Man
And a God Machine
life in me like milk
Lost to a cold platonic existance
there's no love here
Love is a weak word
Make it a priority
To fuck with the excess bullshit
I'm headed North to wallstreet
In a blue suit..
My Words are responsible ones
But I can't empathize
Because my salvation is in Mind
To be purely Platonic
Is my salvation..
As a Heavy Metal Machine..
Heavy Metal Machine -by sEung b. Kim
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