Moi Dix Mois

Be terrified!
Why do you smile,
Whats beyond shut glass,
Your smile must know,
Crush this ex machina.
Regret creation, that you made me,
In the shape not complete
You will also die out in fixed machinery,
These eyes,
If cut out,
Its fine heaven of darkness
(you are next!)
You will also die out in fixed machinery,
These ears,
Cut off,
Its silence,
Heaven of darkness
Why do you smile,
Whats beyond shut glass,
Your smile must know,
Crush this ex machina.