God Machine
Acid Bath Lyrics
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For individualism and ripe brains
The skull farmers do their rain dance
And pray the machine falls to sleep
She holds me close
And whispers wet
"there are cannibals among us."
Mad in love with dry dead boys
In the backs of
Abandoned cars
Smoking the bones of children
Plotting the murder of love
Strapped into the chair
The needle now descends
As they lick their cracking lips
Their twitching never ends
Blood beneath their finger nails,
Swallow all my pain
Dirty needles break the skin
Suck hard as I drain
Drain me
Drain me
Sunken eyes, a twisted spine
A whiter shade of pale
Rockabilly man come to pound the coffin nails
Inject my stomach full of
Cockroach eggs
Their machine is coming carried on a million legs
Waking in the sleep of reason
Winter is the forever season
Lick thy mother's bleeding lips
From this glass of hate we sip
Fuck the glass we pump the keg
Kill conception at the egg
Her chin is wet with someone's hate
Love, disfigure, amputate
Amputate
Amputate
Can you remember how it felt to be alive?
Your god machine is cold
And dead your eyes they cannot cry
Fuck your deities of dying love
We have shot them down from the skies above
Screaming convulsing
My eyes are bleeding
Be silent now and take your beating
I wonder how long you would live
With a bullet in your gut
I wonder how much shit you'd talk
If your throat was cut
I wonder what you'd sound like begging me
To let you breathe
I wonder how much pain it would take
To make you all believe
Believe, believe, believe, believe
In me
I'm your god machine
Fuck your god
Acid Bath's song God Machine is a gruesome portrayal of a world where individualism is suppressed by a powerful, insatiable machine that demands conformity and obedience from those who inhabit its domain. The song's title serves as a metaphor for this machine, which appears intangible, but has a hunger for the minds of individuals and their unique thoughts. The skull farmers, a reference to those who profit from the masses' conformity, 'pray the machine falls to sleep', hoping that for a moment, individualism might flourish. However, the singer of the song is held close by a woman who warns him that "there are cannibals among us" - people who wish to consume the individualistic thoughts and actions of others. The singer sees a world where people are "mad in love with dry dead boys in the backs of abandoned cars," and where people "plot the murder of love."
The song then takes a turn toward a more visual horror as the singer is strapped into a chair and his skin is pierced repeatedly with dirty needles, and he is metaphorically drained of his unique identity. The imagery becomes more violent as the song progresses, with the mention of cockroach eggs being injected into the singer's stomach, as the machine carrying death and conformity approaches on a million legs. The singer concludes by rejecting the machine's authority and declaring himself to be the true god machine, 'Fuck your deities of dying love / We have shot them down from the skies above.' The song essentially takes a critical view of social conformity and encourages the preservation of individualism
Line by Line Meaning
The God machine is hungry
The system craves for individuality and intelligent people to operate it
For individualism and ripe brains
It demands uniqueness and highly intellectual individuals
The skull farmers do their rain dance
The people who run this system perform their ritualistic dances to control it
And pray the machine falls to sleep
They hope to find a way to temporarily deactivate the machine
She holds me close
The artist holds and embraces someone intimately
And whispers wet
She whispers something with moist and possibly sexual overtones
"there are cannibals among us."
She warns of insatiable and savage individuals in their midst
Mad in love with dry dead boys
They have a twisted fascination and attraction with corpses
In the backs of
Possibly in the deserted or hidden parts of a location
Abandoned cars
Vehicles left to decay and rot from disuse
Smoking the bones of children
They are indulging in the remains of innocent and helpless victims
Plotting the murder of love
They are scheming to terminate emotions and experiences of deep affection
Strapped into the chair
The singer is held down or immobilized in a chair-like contraption
The needle now descends
A sharp object is being injected into the singer
As they lick their cracking lips
Those who are doing this are excited and hungry for what's happening
Their twitching never ends
They are constantly in motion or unable to keep still
Blood beneath their finger nails,
They have residual stains from their previous violent act
Swallow all my pain
They demand for the singer to take in all their hurt and torture
Dirty needles break the skin
They inject the singer with used and infected needles
Suck hard as I drain
They are actively taking away something vital from the artist
Sunken eyes, a twisted spine
The artist's physical state is despondent and deformed
A whiter shade of pale
The artist's complexion is light and pasty from the abuse
Rockabilly man come to pound the coffin nails
A lively person comes to hasten the singer's death
Inject my stomach full of
The artist's abdomen is being filled with a foreign substance
Cockroach eggs
An unwholesome and disgustingly repulsive material is being injected
Their machine is coming carried on a million legs
The devious plan they had set is about to unfold through a massive, coordinated effort
Waking in the sleep of reason
Their operational method entails finding ideas and principles to undermine logical thinking
Winter is the forever season
A somber and bleak period extending indefinitely
Lick thy mother's bleeding lips
A grotesque image of someone giving their poisonous mother's wound attention
From this glass of hate we sip
They casually and comfortably indulge in the putrid liquid of their sadism
Fuck the glass we pump the keg
Usurping and taking control of an entire supply of the toxic substance
Kill conception at the egg
Eliminating the possibility of any future generation to inherit their madness
Her chin is wet with someone's hate
The hate and anger of others have rubbed off on her physically
Love, disfigure, amputate
Affection leads to ugly and destructive consequences of dismemberment
Can you remember how it felt to be alive?
A poignant question to those who once knew what hope and happiness is
Your god machine is cold
The machine of their worship is apathetic and callous
And dead your eyes they cannot cry
Their eyes lack the capacity to feel emotion
Fuck your deities of dying love
Disregarding and defying any symbol of reverence and compassion
We have shot them down from the skies above
They claim to have disabled even the most exalted beings of mercy
Screaming convulsing
Agonizing and writhing in pain
My eyes are bleeding
The artist is experiencing physical and emotional distress
Be silent now and take your beating
Ordered to be quiet and accept the punishment being given
I wonder how long you would live
The singer questions the survival rate of their adversary
With a bullet in your gut
Shot and wounded with a bullet in their abdomen
I wonder how much shit you'd talk
The artist wonders if their adversary will keep being loud and boastful
If your throat was cut
If their throat had been violently sliced, rendering their voice useless
I wonder what you'd sound like begging me
The singer is curious how pathetic their adversary would appear when begging
To let you breathe
Pleading to be freed from their clutches
I wonder how much pain it would take
The singer ponders how much torture is necessary
To make you all believe
Making everyone fully understand and submit to their superiority
In me
Trusting and assenting solely to the singer
I'm your god machine
The artist declares their role as the entity to carry out their will and dictate their fate
Fuck your god
Expressing contempt towards any forces of authority and guidance
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Rogelio Palos
The fact that this comes from Jerry Springer is priceless.
jan Travis
I just started listening to Acid Bath about a couple of days ago and wondered where that sample came from. Thank you for your amazing contributions to such a great group!
walruseater00
I’ve been wondering for almost 30 years
Brandon Gardner
@walruseater00I know right
Shadow_Cween7890
The God Machine is hungry for individualism and ripe brains.
JTfilms
I remember last year I was scrolling through youtube and found this episode and decided to watch it and then I heard these samples and I was kinda shocked
Diexstro X
I love this. Can’t say that I’m surprised by it (I always assumed it came from something tv related of course, lol), but it’s very cool. Awesome sample
Lulhannes
Ive actually been asking myself this for such a long time since its my fav acid bath song! Thanks for sharing!
Shadow_Cween7890
I've actually tried to research it before but it never worked out. Thank you for posting this