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  • Текст песни MISANTHROPE - Hands of the Puppeteers

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    I'm the automaton of life
    The one which sleeps in each of us
    Who's talking, who's feeding, who is loving for you
    The one which sleeps in each of us
    Who's talking, who's feeding, who is loving for you

    I'm your universal guardian angel
    An image of serviceable civilized man
    Is reached when you put the final touch
    To my mechanical minute detail embellishments

    I'm you as automaton apostolic image
    Lead by your hands of puppeteers
    Yourself directed external
    From outer controlling all my deeds and motions
    I can do what you ever desire

    I'm you as automaton apostolic image
    Lead by your hands of puppeteers
    Yourself directed external
    From outer controlling all my deeds and motions
    I can do what you ever desire

    But what will you become
    Oh my master, my guide
    An eternal disguise being
    Lost among the humans
    Holding on my ties
    In the beginning you were coming in sight
    For the royal moments of ejaculation
    But soon all this will end in perdition

    Every single thing annoying you
    Even the most macabre scenery

    Lie in hidding, I became yourself
    You loose all your madness
    As marble with acknowledge depth

    I totaly identify myself to you
    But now you are nothing any longer, not even yourself

    But what will you become
    Oh my master, my guide
    An eternal disguise being
    Lost among the humans
    Holding on my ties
    In the beginning you were coming in sight
    For the royal moments of ejaculation
    But soon all this will end in perdition

    I'm you as automaton apostolic image
    Lead by your hands of Puppeteers
    Yourself directed external
    From outer controlling all my deeds and motions
    I can do what you ever desire

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