From the subject to the predicate. you let me know. you're leaving connecticut. first flight tomorrow.. I've been seperated from you. lost track of time we've lost it's true.
Your life is in danger.... Beware of the cannibal whores. Keep your distance from the uncivilised humans. Observe their daily ritual of desvration and dismemberment.
Returned from the hunt, armed to the teeth. Return triumphant to my village, my village is asleep. The cool night air inspires me, my lust I can't control.
Everybody's got their cross to bear. The cards were dealt, life ain't fair. It's what you do with what you got. You can cry a little you can give a lot.
I've got a reason for living, I've got my eye on the sky. I know my sins are forgiven, and now I'm ready to die. When I survey all the madness, on the face of the earth.
Long John Silver's got his head in the clouds. Sleeping on the concrete and he's thinking out loud. When's the man gonna bring the candy cane. Selling dreams in the city lights.
Welcome to cyberdream world. Please enter correct password to activate the program. You are connected. Please enter code for selected destination. Destination : Roman Empire.
Modern genocide, electricutioned alive, virtual muddering. Scannering the unknown, widening your mind. . The new things to come. Electric baptizing, inner electrocide, brainmachine control.
Your guardian angels took a day off. As I entered the picture. Your life got a new meaning, a purpose to live. Little did you know what was to come. .
Bastard son didn't win. I summon to thee to come to me. To find the peace, harmony. Infernal, agony. Mayhemic devastation, unholy benediction. Controlled by his majesty.
Painted my world black. Destroyed everything I had. Burnt all the bridges behind. I was prepared to die. Ready for Armageddon. Then nothing came. . Cogito Ergo Sum.
Breed for Satanas, Die for goatgod. Kill for Lucifer, Satan wants your blood!. . Chaosgoat!. . Breed for Belial, die for Leviathan. Kill for Lucifer, Satan wants your blood!.
[music - Andrew LaBarre]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath]. . Icy liquid fills your lungs. A gushing salt water sluice. Flushing out your bronchia with vitriol.
music - Andrew LaBarre. lyrics - Ross Sewage. . Parasitic worm buried in a womb. Another being born for our abuses. To serve mankind, it need not grow up.
Rev high. Bend low and free the dead word. When I stand up and feel the head burst. When I stand out I'll hold it under. When I stand down I won't be down for long.