Self Titled (Silver)

The World is an Illusion

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The harder it gets the more I try
The more I love, the more I die
The more I hurt, the less I feel
The more I kill, the world is real
The more I take, the more I need
The more the flesh, the more I feed
The deeper the cut
The farther the fall
The colder the heart
underneath it all...

It is the torment that dwells within
Made me a wizard, a wizard of sin

*My mind is going, I can feel it*


Violence Machine, Canadian Indie Industrial Nightmare Music, circa 1999

Wizard of Sin

("Was/Not Was - Hello Dad, I'm in Jail" cover)

Hello Dad?
I'm in Jail
Hello Dad?
I'm in Jail
Hi Dad?
I'm calling you from Jail
Happy Birthday, Dad
I'm in Jail

I'm in Jail
All those years! I'm in Jail now!
I'm in Jail!
Ha!

Hello, Dad?
I'm in Jail
Hi Dad
I'm calling you from Jail
I like it here, it's nice
I'm staying
Hello, Dad? 
I'm in Jail

Hello Dad!
I'm in Jail!
Say Hello to Mom for me
I'm in Jail!
Throw away the key!

I'm in Jail

Black Hearts Break Last

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Sucka want what? Get fucked! *little bitch*
Got put in his place when we smashed his fuckin' face
best watch your lip or I might trip
act and conspire to light your fuckin' head on fire
wouldn't be the first time, sure ain't the last
better not be crass, ya might me talkin' to a psychopath
suckas think they bad, ya best show 'em who's worse
if they fuck with you, you oughtta kill 'em first

You oughtta kill 'em all
You oughtta kill 'em first

The world is a thrill of kill or be killed
best have the skill to make the blood spill
but the fuckers gonna still test your mettle
never settle, never submit, 
never permit any bullshit *that's right son*
'cause if you ain't legit you're just a target
they hear you got beef with me
your crew will flee the scene
best command some respect
or you're bound to get wrecked
you gonna leave in a hearse
or kill the fuckers first

*It's a hell of a thing killin' a man, you take away all he's got and all he's ever gonna have*


Violence Machine, Canadian Indie Industrial Nightmare Music, circa 1999

Kill 'Em First

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Numbered faces on every wall
Their ceaseless hands are killing me
The verdure's lost, the leaves will fall
succumbed to inevitability...

Time consumes its children
Merciless machine
End to all my hopes
Death of all my dreams

A darkness gathers in the distance
come to devour everything away
with ravenous persistence
the months pass as days...

No! I will not 'go gently'
My mind is set, I'm not dead yet


Violence Machine, Canadian Indie Industrial Nightmare Music, circa 1999

Devourer

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Fill the hollow, search for purpose
Try to find some meaning in the meaningless
Those who follow ancient illusions
Lose themselves in their self serving delusions

In order to survive something else must die
this is all that's real, natures cruel design...

I don't support your institutions
I don't believe in your make-believe solutions
Second thoughts, indecisions
A revelation, alter positions
Blinding faith, crimson fire
Promise me everything but you're a liar
Human constructs built to deceive
Only as real as you believe

In order to survive something else must die
this is all that's real, natures cruel design...


Violence Machine, Canadian Indie Industrial Nightmare Music, circa 1999

Nihilist

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Something beautiful locked in a cage
Things don't change, they just rearrange
Something grand hidden from all
Together we stand, divided we're nothing at all...

I need to leave it all, I need to breathe
I need to stand up and smash this fucking machine
I need to see the light beyond the wall
I hear it beckon, I heed the call...

It is Calling me
Someone set me free
World is binding me
Someone set me free
set me free!

*Darwin's nightmare is America's dream*

A paltry gift takes its place
Rotten root, poison fruit, bears a bitter taste
What we could be, what we could make
and no rate could compensate what it is they take
it wears a mask, a wretched face
One dies, when it dies another takes its place
Something grand stolen from all
to lead is to stand, to follow is nothing at all...

It is Calling me
Someone set me free
World is binding me
Someone set me free
set me free!

*Darwin's nightmare is America's dream*

Violence Machine, Indie Industrial Nightmare Music, circa 1999

The Beckoning

Where it all began

Violence Machine Industrial Nightmare Music sounds like a .44 slug to the face

I'm in Jail

Violence Machine

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