All you can hope for is. To make a slight connection with. All these clogged receptors. It's not getting any better by the look of it. . No people just numbers.
A blessing in tragedy. Burning what's left in effigy. . Wreckage, when there's nothing left. Wreckage, the birthright of regret. Wreckage, when there's nothing left.
Of a dying breed and a decaying seed,. We've been watching for years,. Waiting for it to bleed,. Handshakes and contracts,. Just before they turn their backs,.
You'll see us coming like a killer swarm. Hunting infidels erase their souls. Our viscious regiment cruel to the core. Brings liberating death unholy war.
There must be some kind of way out of here. Said the joker to the thief, yeah. There's too much confusion. Mmm I can't get no relief. . Business men, they drink my wine.
I'm fed up with life at the minute so i get it off my chest when I'm writing my lyrics having to give my Nan hospital visits. i pray to god she don't turn to a spirit cos she's the only Nan i got left and it hurts in my head when i contemplate her death knowing that 1 day soon shell be gone that thought leaves me short of breath..
Fading moments. Fill up my eyes so wide. I don't know why things are Strange. But there's a will. And my way. Is Roaming light. Roaming light. Roaming light.
So let it be felt. Aftermath. Shades of hell. I set them free. But struggle. Eternally. It's too late now. To turn the clock around. Frozen world outside.
He never killed anyone but he hurt some. Body's feelings once. Pushed in the corner with his shame dressed. Up like a dunce. Is it crowth or decay when.
Help me write these words down. I'll write a great song to die to. Cause my days are numbered. And it's certain that I'm gonna drag you. I don't plan on going alone.
[Boyd Rice/NON cover song]. [Lyrics by Boyd Rice]. . [Intro #5]. With that I have done and pronounce my judgment. I condemn Christianity, I. bring against the Christian church the most terrible charge any prosecutor.
A haunting feeling comes throughout a darkened room. The air turns thick at this ritual of doom. Candles start to flicker as the image now appears. Alla Xul's presence, the master of all fears.
Hail satan, full of might,. Our allegiance is with thee.. Cursed are they, the god adorers,. And cursed are the worshippers of the nazarene.. . Ave satanas, ave satanas.
I pray that I can see beyond this life tormenting me. Tempting from inside. . Come hysteric thoughts of pain, slowly I'm consumed. Into emptiness I fall.
Can you feel it coming?. Can you feel it closing in?. Looming all around us. A horror waiting to begin. Smell it in the air. A sense of havoc growing strong.
Many times I've keeled before the lord not knowing he was at my feet. Why my pain, why my tears. Only now to see you were just man. . You sit and watch, in all your splendor.
The kingdom falls and with it goes the darkness of the world. It's malignant soul had burned so bright in the glory of it's day. Wars were fought in it's name and life was cast aside.
All American, an evil game of extortion. A sick old man, and who would guess. He was once S.S.. A deadly fascination, of a madman's solution. Six million dead, poison tales pollutes his head.
Young and free, something you'll never be. A childhood's end, it's lunacy. Pure dictation, they don't listen. And you're just waiting for what you're missing.