Can you hear the distant thunder. as the fear sets in. Deadbeat freak-out Armageddon. Obsessed with Death. . Hammering down the Satan's Law. As all your fears now come true.
One more astronaunt in black sking. of universe. One more travelin' man. With heavy tired eyes, feeling cold. thinking around the clock of drinking. On the job, of the powdered food And piss bags, never having sex and growing old.
You can see it in your life. You can feel it hold you tight. And I know just where you go. 'cause you're hiding from the light. You can't deny the fear in your mind.
Addressing inequities in inadequate techniques. Surgical procedures, involved and unique. My knife is a brush for a sanguine palette. Create a masterpiece with some bone and a mallet.
"This is the declaration of the satanic war. This is the beginning of the end. I raise my chalice of hate. To greet the gods of war:. Abaddon, Dagon, Kali, Sekhmet....
Not yet sonic. But I'd like to reach the point. Where I can say. Yes I am. But it always seems to be. About sensibilities. And not who's listening. No I'm not quite sonic.
I'm sucking on a 40 with friends who just adore me. Oh how they love that old English accent. They of the black persuasion, missed out of being African.
Welcome to my dominion. Enflame my hellish hunger. Feel this burning lust. Fallen angels of heaven. . Let me fuck bejesus out of you. Fulfill my darkest dreams.
music - Ross Sewage. lyrics - Ross Sewage. . Feared by dogmatics and systematically oppressed. Science my crime, medicine I confess. Bearers of ignorance put a halt to my work.
Searching for someone so long. To fill this hole in my heart. I've tried everything I could find. Nothing could set me apart. I've been searching for all my life.
See it with your own eyes if you don't believe me. Come on, just one cut and angel rectums do bleed. Taste it with your own tongue, now that's real blood.
Shades of gray hate influence. A constant truth put into effect. The question on a dead friends face. The tragic stance he used to take. Pissed away by circumstance.
Can you hear the distant thunder. as the fear sets in. Deadbeat freak-out Armageddon. Obsessed with Death. . Hammering down the Satan's Law. As all your fears now come true.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high. There's a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby. Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath and Ross Sewage]. . Latent images in solutions submerged. A gallery of gore for posterity preserved.
I am the fly on the wall. I know about you. Your secrets are mine. I am the thorn in your side. . Hurting you will be so easy. I shall strike your weakest points.
In time I'll find why everyone out there. In the painted sun. Has already found their root...they've found home. And I'm tired of beating every drum. For old friends that never come.
You held out and hurt yourself again did i not make it clear. to look around my selfish queer with unlit eyes and average. dope you're in the dream room all alone.