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The Walking Wounded

by Machines With Human Souls

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My body strips me of my dignity
In this broken system of neglect and lies
Crippled by your hypocrisy
The walking wounded will arise
The sickness seeps into
my scarred and stunted
Post traumatic flesh
Craving the cold comfort of your sinister caress


I tore it down to start again
Crawling, crying through the wreck
This sordid mess you left me in
Forced to confront, I disconnect
Inside my twisted history
Filled end to end with my disgust
Shatter the shell of me
And obliterate my trust




***I am the ghost in your past

Your happiness that never lasts


Open your eyes and you will see

Past the facade of sympathy

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

I will tear you up

I will eat you alive

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released January 14, 2019
Adrian Halo: vocals/bass/guitars/synths/drum programming/mix

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Machines With Human Souls Chicago, Illinois

Chicago-based Industrial rock bringing equal measures filth and funk, transcending the status quo for the rest of our goddamn lives. We are influenced by all your Wax Trax/90s industrial/coldwave favorites such as Sister Machine Gun, KMFDM, Hate Dept., PIG, and Nine Inch Nails with a dash of punk, funk, and electro.

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