Song | MG-34 |
Artist | Deinonychus |
Album | Warfare Machines |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Piercing your bones. With hundreds we come. | |
At the shores we'll await. We smell your fear. | |
Flickering light. Leaves from the barrel. | |
Bodies drop in the sand. Bullets whistle around. | |
I'm made out of steel. | |
I breathe 900 rounds a minute. | |
Machinery of pain. | |
Born from hatred to kill. | |
Blood splashes up against the wall. Screams fading in echoes. | |
The barrels changed every minute. Exhausted from killing. |