Buried below the grave. There is nothing but the dirt and the dark. Affliction is just the start. Of eternity's embrace. . There is no sleep. In the burning sulfur.
Seems like nothings clear to me. I can't find my mind to pacify. . Countless millions dying alone. Countless millions dying. . Alone with no signs of sadness, alone.
If you like to gamble. I tell you I'm your man. You win some, lose some. All the same to me. The pleasure is to play. Makes no difference what you say.
What life lies beneath this thoughtless mass?. What dreams could be there?. What vengeful screams lifted from a severed tongue?. Could halt failure's progress?.
Whooo - what's going down dudes. Let me guess - that's right - groovy. Whooo. What the fucking hell is all this fucking shit. Get out of here - you fucking bastards.
The dark silouette of the creature. Poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge. Waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently.. Red eyes filled with fire and torment.
Nobody understands how I do feel. Just not complete not finished not real. Got all fingers all hands all toes. Still I have some personal foes. . Ten fingers are too much.
Tonight we fight. Until the bloody end. Until the enemy submits. This life we live. To feed our war machine. The souls of a nation burning down. . Failure is never an option.
Open your eyes, what have you done?. I've been back, forth stuck yet spun. Too keyed to lie still, too tired to run. . I can't believe it's come to this.
Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to endless night. So pale and lifeless. What you're doing to me. . I'm doing to myself. I close the iris to the sun.
What did you think I would do at this moment. When you're standing before me. With tears in your eyes. Trying to tell me that you have found you another.
I say no to war, you say no to war,. and we go to war again. but the truth of the matter is -. it stinks like the shit that you are.. You've freedom to sell, you poisoned.
Died beneath the red white and blue. . All just because you did what they told you to do. . Tried to buy a mind of your own. . Countless episodes in violence took a toll.
Man went on a mission. To save the day. He started a militia. Called crime does pay. Everywhere he went. The crowds would gather 'round. As he posted propaganda.
it's the crime of the centry. . and millions are killed. . the cupboards are empty. and pockets are filled. . a vicous intention. to cut like a knife.
I can hear a voice inside. its telling me to try to hold on. I tried to give it up. but then you put me back to where I belong. now faced with a bitter rival.
Eyes on fire, burning flames, seas of blood.. Skies of soot, acid rain, toxic mud.. Tortured souls in body bags, scents of death.. Melted limbs, blood on ice, and blackened breath.
The race for supremacy is starting to be seen. Global fornication through those evil machines. Bright polished leather guns held high. Parade of self illusion there aims are high.
I hear it whisper, feel it tugging at my will. This connection that's between us, getting stronger still. In bed I lie awake afraid to close my eyes. I tell myself it's alright to believe the lies.