Building the machine for the sheer bloody fun of it
At the corporation of the dead
Satanic circuits intertwined ‘neath the shining hull
For the day when you are fed to Hell
Put the burning key in the ignition
And feel the metal engine roar
Smell the sulfur fumes
Where the exhaust pipe exits no one really knows for sure
It is the last car that you’ll ever drive
And you will get it once on the other side
When you take your last breath
The keys will be handed to you by Death
Now someones’ bones crack
It’s the pavement made
From the bodies of little angels slayed
From the time when time was nothing more
Than just a speck of dirt
In the periphery of some other deities little wet dream
And there’s another thing you see
You will have payed the whole thing off
With the time spent living dead above the ground
Depending on the life you’ve lived
The more the merrier evil kills
The features of your project S.A.T.A.N.
Will be installed to slay them all
Project S.A.T.A.N.!
The bringer of hell!
Demanding blood for fuel
How it ends only the dead can tell
The bringer of hell!
Five pointed steering wheel
The feature of the damned

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