Текст и слова песни Demiurg – The Primitive Machinery
Indifferent to the process it still creates indifferent to the outcome it sill
Operates this wheel of doom and perpetual sickness turn
I deem you demiurg lord of abominations
And through forever it spews it's sick the primitive machinery
Perpetual breeding ground of disease the primitive machinery
Operates this wheel of doom and perpetual sickness turn
I deem you demiurg lord of abominations
And through forever it spews it's sick the primitive machinery
Perpetual breeding ground of disease the primitive machinery
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