Words - mechanical moth - the sad machina


a kiss from a chainsaw
a touch from a nasty claw
heaven closed in disgrace
a dark smile on my face

I hate your smile
still I bear it for a while
I can't regret, I won't forget
my last wish is to see you dead

heaven is closed tonight
I see you sleeping in your bed
I feel a devil inside
My last wish is to saw off your head

like a kiss from a rose
eat their thorns in overdose
My saw takes your terminal breath
and I listen to your death