Chorus:. . Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase. Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase. . Verse one:. . I need...mo money mo money mo, suck 'em fast suck 'em slow.
(One Law for the Lion and Ox is Oppression). . None so blind as those who won't see.. That's one you're not to like. Who looks gargoyle alike. In the name of....
As the cold penetrated in my body. And I heard the child's crying,. Then the strange woman I saw. And in her arms my soul infatuated the sorrow.. . Ah no, I departed, departed and lost my love..
Make me. Into the one you want, into the one you need you bend and. Break me. You watch me separate myself from who I really am. To fit into your plan.
Lying still on a snow covered field. Watch the enemy through my sight. Single column seen from the side. It will be like target practise. Await the moment and act with surprise.
Originally performed by Autopsy. . Visions from the altar. Ripping through your soul. Seeing through the master's eyes. Young flesh the goal. . Brutal rampage.
I don't mind the agony, the dying thirst or fading hunger. Mystical, the smell of fear, fire breeds the pain inside me. The horror set in me, twisted minds like roaring thunder.
I ride the psycho path in pain. Into the foreign shores. I'll never walk again. Just call my name and I will be your enemy. Just call my name and I won't be answering.
Blood is my passion. My only obsession. My darkness is everything. The hunger for sins. running through my mind.
Paralysed in precious stone. They confess and I accuse. In a marble room. Someone was alone. Carbonized I stand alone. In the clouds of paradise. To fix the face that doesn't fit.
The seventh heaven. On the thirteenth floor. I hear you knock. Upon my door. My attitudes are platitudes. I surrender to your love. Surrounded by your smell.
Say, why do you lie. Forgot to stand the truth -. The truth paralized. Say, why don't you cry. Your tears scream as loud. As you fight your doubts. . [Chorus].
Hidden people seem to see. The way I cook the brain of thee. Sepia print of hunting dogs. Pointing out the unseen clocks. . There I find myself in sorrow.
Fondling the bodies. Pulverizing the torsos. Unconscious to awaken. Hemorrhaging from multiple wounds. . Purifying the cavity. Tortured mutilated bodies.
The birth of the Apostles was in order for assassination. To befall on the archangel of light.. . His end had to be made so that not man's sins were forgiven.
Dive into your heart of silence. Where the strings of sorrow play our lullaby. We are the children of thousand ages. Dancing on the rhythm of a moonless night.