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SONS OF THE NORTH

“Kiss of the Machine” is a love story rewritten in code — where blood turns to current and emotion becomes data. A cybernetic elegy for those who traded their hearts for neon immortality. Love ends. The system doesn’t.

Whisper
Can you feel it breathing?
It’s not me… it’s the machine.

[Verse 1]
Metal veins beneath my skin,
Every thought — a circuit spin.
Pulse replaced by neon code,
Selling truth the system sold.
Glass in my lungs, I’m breathing static,
Faith deleted — automatic.
Hands of steel, but heart’s gone thin,
I kiss the code, it pulls me in.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold me tighter, through the wire,
Love is data, pain’s the fire.

[Chorus]
Kiss of the Machine, I fade away,
No soul left — just what you made.
Kiss of the Machine, erase my name,
Plug me in — we’re all the same.

[Verse 2]
Cold reflection, metal grin,
Gods are ghosts inside the bin.
Flesh decays but code survives,
Synthetic heart still beats in lies.
Feed me current, feed me sin,
Let the noise crawl under skin.

[Bridge]
Corpus meum fractum est.
Mentem meam retinet nexum.

[Chorus]
Kiss of the Machine, I fade away,
No soul left — just what you made.
Kiss of the Machine, erase my name,
Plug me in — we’re all the same.

[Outro]
It’s not me anymore…
It’s what you made me be.

The Devil You Made

Kiss of the Machine

"All Fired Up" is about our frustrations with the fucked up shit happening in our world today, but overcoming a sense of hopelessness and using the fire inside you to fight for a better future.

LYRICS:
God is a mean kid sitting on an anthill
With a magnifying glass in hand
One by one the ants go blindly marching in
Take ‘em to their promised land
The land we stole from them

I’m all fired up
But I’m having a meltdown
I’m all fired up 
The American playground
I’m all fired up
Set the flames to this town  
Light it up
Light it up  
I’m all fired up
But I’m having a meltdown
I’m all fired up 
The American playground
I’m all fired up
Pick it up, and get loud 
Don’t let them break you down  
(Down, down)

Half the population’s braindead
In a melancholy comatose 
Point your gun at me
I’ll smile between my grinding teeth
Bite the thorn right off your crown
No Kings, No Kings, No Kings

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