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Текст песни Misanthrope - Hands Of The Puppeteers

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I`m the automaton of lifeThe one which sleeps in each of usWho`s talking, who`s feeding, who is loving for youThe one which sleeps in each of usWho`s talking, who`s feeding, who is loving for youI`m your universal guardian angelAn image of serviceable civilized manIs reached when you put the final touchTo my mechanical minute detail embellishmentsI`m you as automaton apostolic imageLead by your hands of puppeteersYourself directed externalFrom outer controlling all my deeds and motionsI can do what you ever desireI`m you as automaton apostolic imageLead by your hands of puppeteersYourself directed externalFrom outer controlling all my deeds and motionsI can do what you ever desireBut what will you becomeOh my master, my guideAn eternal disguise beingLost among the humansHolding on my tiesIn the beginning you were coming in sightFor the royal moments of ejaculationBut soon all this will end in perditionEvery single thing annoying youEven the most macabre sceneryLie in hidding, I became yourselfYou loose all your madnessAs marble with acknowledge depthI totaly identify myself to youBut now you are nothing any longer, not even yourselfBut what will you becomeOh my master, my guideAn eternal disguise beingLost among the humansHolding on my tiesIn the beginning you were coming in sightFor the royal moments of ejaculationBut soon all this will end in perditionI`m you as automaton apostolic imageLead by your hands of PuppeteersYourself directed externalFrom outer controlling all my deeds and motionsI can do what you ever desire

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