Build Us A Time Machine

Ducking and waiting,
The air smells of gasoline
Hidden from view by a crate and some vehicles
I can hear him, he's walking,
The sound give me icy chills.

Waiting for the end, but the end never comes at all.

Deep in the circles of hell
Where the devils fly
We're charging like mad men
'Cross craters just like the moon.
Not really human they're coming to kill again.

Waiting for the end, but the end never comes at all.

Deep in hole where the shovel's your only friend
Cracking quite clearly, the heat here it comes again
Screaming and bloodied your face in a deathly grin
Your shovel at the ready
You blot out the unearthly din.

Waiting for the end, but the end never comes at all.

Bushes on radios talking of destiny
God fearing rightists
Living their lives so clean
Smiling as they drive more nails
Through his hands on the cross it seems.

Waiting for the end, but the end never comes at all.

Here in the dirt their guns
Make us thick as thieves
Never quite knowing,
Just how things are going
You cling to the edge of a much fractured sanity.

Waiting for the end, but the end never comes at all.

A code in some bible foretells of catastrophe
Someone with millions should
Build us a time machine
To take us to Eden
Right back where it all began.

Waiting for the end, but the end never comes all.

Out of my body
My soul it will glow again.
The fires of Hades will burn the sin out of me
Pure as the snow I will jump right around again.

Waiting for the end, but the end never comes at all.

Posted by Pernicious at April 22, 2004 9:09 PM

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kick ass

Posted by: Bobby at April 26, 2004 7:44 PM
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