Murder...

Why don't you.... Feel like I feel. The true Reality. My words are no lies. But yet not devine. . Murder.... My one domain. Murder.... My life in flames.

Mindless Domination

You're destroying everything. Everything you touch. When you are here in me. This is how close you'll get. with me, I'm like the criminal. Insane with an urge of rage in me.

My December

Raven's eyes are staring at me. While flying in the wind. Bright, white pearls all around me. Magic's in (hearts of) the trees. My December - deep inside of me.

Moment In Black

She lays there dressed in silk.. So pale, so cold.. . Your door has opened for all to see.. The pitiness that we suffer.. Guided (to) where no man returns.

Metal Mind

Slaves of religions posessed by the waste, faithfull they follow their trust.. Chained are the herd that takes all the blame, forgiven. with threats if they pray..

Master Of My Soul

Indoctrination far beyond reality, manipulations of the human kind.. Now the world has faced control, living in the grip of fortune 500.. . I'm learning to be the king of my mind, and master of my soul..

Mandrakes Dream

Out of the night and in to eternety we fly the wings of a unicorn,. through fire, ice and storm.. Across the seven seas we fly to find the eye of the venoms crown,.

My Suffering

Means To An End

Mutilate

~~~~~~~~~~~~. "Sometimes we have thoughts that are so frightening we can't even admit. to ourselves that we have them.". "Did I torment you, did I perhaps even kill your loved ones? Yes you did.".

Mortal

Modus Operandi

In silence they scream. How needless they suffer. Dying for the freedom. But someone has to pay. . No one hears their agony. The torture and abuse. Simple human dignity.

Mindphaser

Jesus, had days like this. Cyborgs, cybernetic organisms. Machines with living human tissue and programmed to destroy. . The silence is deafening, regression hangs in the air.

Millennium

Into precision. Into the light we fade. Into submission. We all hallucinate. Into the ground. We all dissipate. Into delusion. We all segregate. . Amid all this confusion.

Millenium

Into Precision. Into The Light We Fade. Into Submission. We All Hallucinate. Into The Ground. We All Dissipate. Into Delusion. We All Segregate. . Amid All This Confusion.

Mental Distortion

Maniacal

We're gonna drop this song, 'cause you don't belong. You don't fit the mold so you've been told. You need to play our game and just act the same. 'Cause we won't tolerate any other trait.

Machine Slave

Pretty faces all lined up. Strutting all their corporate stuff. Like taken puppets they dance around. Devouring this valuable sound. . Star eyed people wait for a turn.

Most Of Us Are Normal

It's 3 o'clock and we are waiting for it to rain. And I'm planning our escape. To the places we can go. To the shores that we call home. . Well surly we can make it out of here.

Monumental Treason

Behold the treason. That sits fittingly on crowns of war. We're sifting soot, gathering the evidence. While they let us believe. That the accused is free.