Morning sun begins the day. Mothers child has gone away. Locked inside the game that they taught him all to play. Closet city sleeping pretty tired from the day.
Lying there, I give you thanks for your skin. Now yours was not a wasted life. I compare your pelt to the rest - oh, such a fruitful night. "I am not a believer in your pop religions.
son of creation you've planted my seed. under your domination, a doer of deeds have you. life by your hand. breath by your need. I will add to your strenght.
Awakening to strange surroundings; the comforting hold of a panic laced with fear.... This is the only sensation familiar within.. Memories are vague....
Don't need to be rich. Don't need to be famous. Just to have a good time (good time). Everybody shout it out loud. We're young and we're shameless. Gonna have a good time (good time).
your order is your anarchy. your violence your peace. your gospel is your blasphemy. your famine is your feast. destruction is your architect. your woman and your priest.
We are. The one. The only. PRTY H3RO. . Oo whoa oh oh oh oh oh. YEAH. Oo whoa oh oh oh oh oh. Okay. . I can feel it goin' to my head. Keep me up I can sleep when I'm dead.
there a world who's smiling face. was spinning in circles out in space. on the day that the architects. have caused their plague of stone. turn the ancient land to street.
Killing for the music and the music kills his pain-Psycroptipath. mentally he's screaming as his life drives him insane. -Psycroptipath. judgement reigns upon him from those higher in the chain.
shades of gray. in the color field. bring silent nothing for me. sleep silent. sleep silent. . close your eyes. open your mind. sweet whispers nail into you.
I watch as you thrash your heads, bowing to a god called metal!. I hear your excited cries - your shouts as if he is speaking within you. The army approaches the battle site..
digging in through the crypt inside my mind. echoes of a hollow prayer of the unknown. diggin' up the bones. diggin up the bones. we're gonna dig up the bones.
A virus unnoticed.. Now ingrained in us all For we are not what we appear to be.... This is the fundamental nature of the syndrome.. A plague presenting a new means of being: of which has never been witnessed..
The universe is in my eye. Scattered are the pages of the world. Everybody's praying to the nothing in the sky. They cry for what they've laid upon the world.
Have you ever asked yourself what is the purpose of life-. why is our history so unproven. why is there so many different stories of evolution. some may believe we evolved from primates.
[Chorus]. I'm a boss ass bitch , bitch , bitch , bitch , bitch , bitch , bitch(4x). I'm a boss ass bitch. . I don't give a fuck about you ratchet ass lames.
My spirit takes a journey through my mind. In through the endless colored waves. The shaded patterns moving through these places. Fan across the faces of my memory.
waking in the morning, affected by your sleep,. your vision is blurred, you cant feel your feet.. your body is cold, you dont feel quite right,. you cannot what happened during the - night.
Well it's only time. When the sun shines let your bullets fly like rain. Let'em fly, let'em fly like rain. Well it's only time. I can't taste the morning.
I am now complete.... How could I have possibly existed like this before?. Such an unproductive method of being.. Stripped of all surplus, all that is needed and meaningless..