Текст: Mushroomhead. Beautiful Stories for Ugly Children. Your Demise.

let your promise deflate,

As your children grow irate

With life, here inside, say goodbye

In time, you'll have to face up to this

Dying human race machine you prize,

Your demise...



Is such the pill to swallow

Echoed, your words ring hollow, still

You muster up some more lies

So hard to realize your fate

Through swollen, twisted, blinding eyes

Pushing the taste of you and I


Through every hole



Twist back your whole tomorrow

Can't count the daze inside the vein

That steel is crippling you now

Tomorrow you won't know your name

Breakdown and burn for all your worth

In time to finish your last word

In time you'll have to face up to this

Dying human race machine you prize



Your Demise