Dead Sons

Black hole machines falling about the place
Crystal benzene creatures from outta space
Skin your smoke wagon and see what happens to you
I see you trembling let's see what you can do

Black hole machines
Black hole machines

Black hole machines out to destroy your brain
Psycho serene tornado daisy chain
I did you seven times and still you wanted more
I've known anybody go like you before

Black hole machines
Black hole machines

If i tell a lie will you take me away
Baby close your eyes and just do what i say
When we're going down and I'm losing control
Suck me into your black hole