Locked away in a cage. My rage has got the best of me. Time finds a way each day. Of leaving less of me behind. I find this fight must be won. Inside my mind.
Everybody else steeped in wonder. As I finish out my stride. What you cannot put assunder. The struggle to survive. I see idiots and hypocrites. Cant cut me down to size.
The shadow within me. The sorrow at my feet. . Push the colors from the make up. . Drop your feelings at the door. Has anybody here had enough. Walking in on so much more.
And its all. Ive ever wantedto believe. That peace could grow inside of you. . Inspite of me humanity. I hope your out there somewhere... (x2). . *Chorus*.
I know Ive done some things to you.. I said some things I shouldnt.. But i meant those things to you. so stop begging for my apology.. . cause you know that you deverved them too..
Night of terror. Brutal Murder. Psycho killers. Endless Slaughter. Eviscerated. Throats will be slit. Cut, chopped and hacked. Stabbed in the back. Calls of terror.
Falling down fast. Body impacts. Smashes the ground. Shattering bones. Head cracks open. Brains are leaking. Inner organs. Explode within. Limbs are torn off.
Contamination. Slug mutation. Abnormal growth. Breaking through earth. . Oozing slime trails. Swarming mutants. Craving for flesh. Slow gruesome death.
Hopelessly you lie trapped. Broken and battered. Wounds open, bleeding. Ants start the feeding. Roaches are creeping. Buzzards are circling. Rabid dogs chewing.
Deserted house of morbid death. Chopped up bones and rotting flesh. All that enter will be killed. Cleaver splits your head in two. . Grinding up flesh.
Slaughter house of death and gore. Brains and blood lie on the floor. You enter and meet your death. Buddy's axe caves in your head. Cut off limbs and severed heads.
Deserted house of morbid death. Chopped up bones and rotting flesh. All that enter will be killed. Cleaver splits your head in two. . Grinding up flesh.
Knife tears through the flesh. Hatchet in the head. disembowelment. Violent blood splattered death. Bloodsoaked murder. Brutal Slaughter.
Razor cutting. Slicing the skin. Blood is spraying. Muscles ripping. . Cut the tendons. Veins are gushing. Sawing deeper. Skin is peeling. . Shredding the flesh.
Enter, House of horror. Murder, death and torture. Mansion of death, family secret. Morbid incest, insane bloodlust. Axe swings, limbs are chopped off.
Enter, House of horror. Murder, death and torture. Mansion of death, family secret. Morbid incest, insane bloodlust. Axe swings, limbs are chopped off.
Originally performed by Napalm Death. . In your mind. Nothing but fear. You can't face life. Or believe death's near. . A vision of life. On television screens.