Father forgive them, they know not what they do. Dancing with the devil, gonna walk all over you. Turn your back to reason, sanding on your pride. For everything's a season and there's no where you can hide.
First time I saw you. I walked into the wall and felt no pain. Could this be love. Or was it just infatuation. You wore those high heels and see thru dress.
We are functional, we are efficient. We are prepared and self sufficient. And we only destroy for the greater good. So you can be free to consume more as you should.
Urgh!. . Centuries ago,. Born of whore,. Jesus Christ,. Filthy homo,. Crucified fuck,. Millions follow,. Blinded mind,. Minds!. . False Jehova, you will obey me,.
Silver lights burning eyes. Ultraviolent hellish cries. Deep red flashes blistering skies. Fallout theory in practise. The great mushroom never lies. Roaring thunder cracking earth.
music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte. lyrics - Sean McGrath. . Anal fissures burst with bacterial cess. As the blood spews from your loins. Your crotch leaking pus from the myriad cuts.
[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath]. . [solo: "De-Incarnated Mass of Fungal Strains " by S.C. McGrath]. . Pulling the morbid stiffs.
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath]. . Desiccated flesh I peruse. Your vacuous form is devoid of all life. Poetry in motions.
[music - Leon del Muerte]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage, Sean McGrath, and Leon del Muerte]. . Mastication starts the process. Transforms the food into bolus.
Fresh, fresh. Fresh, fresh. . Fresh, fresh. Girl you are something else, you are. Fresh, fresh. Girl you are something else, you are. . I know this girl, always walk with me.
Hey there, Miss Lady, can I take a little bit of your time?. There's something crazy, 'bout the way you're always on my mind. You got me fallin', yeah, yeah, I'm fallin' for you.
Feelin' you, baby. Feelin' me, baby. Feelin' you, baby. Feelin' me, baby. Feelin' you, baby. Feelin' me, baby. Feelin' you, baby. . Chorus:. I'm feelin' you (com'on).
Cold January morning at the northern land. White frost embraces the dawn. Cold nature awaking under the veil of snow. With the first beams of light. Cold air not warming despite the light.
Announcer:. . 500 hertz at reference fluxivity. Set gain for asthmath, face, and frequency response callibration. . Announcer(Synthesized):. . Good evenin', y'all (Hello, where' s the music).
Chorus. Let your mind go. Put you in the mood. Let your body groove. Let it soothe. Feel the funk now. Feel the funk. Feel the funk now. Feel the groove.
You took control. the heart right out of me, I. Have been under your spell. since the day that I. laid eyes on your. your body and your thighs. when time stands still.
when time goes by, splash splash. your heavy lips, drip drip. our bodies they, crash crash. and rain down a big bloody shower. how we share the sun. the sun shares the moon.
I've been looking through your window. I've been confiscating your mail. I've been tapping into your phone line. I put bugs inside your molars. . I fantasize my life with you.
Dance with spirit, closer near it. Feel the presence now, don't fear it. I can take you with me. If you follow. . Fly through forests hear their stories.
I've heard you talking in circles for some time now. And every word has been well abused. It is so predictable, no surprise now. But I keep listening to you.