A blaze of fire,. Days of the damned. Rituals of the ancient. Summoned in my darkest dreams. The people of a blood God. Revoking the demons from beyond.
I'm a little insane, I'm a little deranged. I got this stake stick in my heart. Eyes filled up with rage, haven't slept in 10 days. But it's the fuel I need and I shall rise above.
Got a feeling it's a fever, it's a fire. Talking trouble, take it down into the wire. Once chance, two chance, it's a lie. It's old, and old, and old, and worn out.
Times new roman you know the type. Calling me public enemy, but don't believe the hype. Tough guy like the one in "star 80" wanna bait me. Hook line sinker now your lady wanna date me.
The thaw comes gnawing. Up the hillside.. Trees cling like vines. To the morning light.. Me in my window,. A glassy gray sky.. It creeps inside. To where the sleeping lie..
[Verse 1]. Interlace your fingers in-between mine. Whisper in my ear tell me this wont be the last time. That you ever dance with that smile on your face.
He works, he sleeps. He knows his history. He reads, he dreams. So much ability. . He drives Northwest. Up the interstate. The snow falls slow. Hypnotic and opaque.
Morning dew covering the blood soaked ground. Rotting corpses lying all around. Where dying screams roamed before. Is now replaced with deathlike silence.
Enslaved in the name of democracy [disguise]. The age of distrust and hypocrisy [that tries]. Unemployed living in poverty [to divide us]. It makes me sick to witness.
Bunker bustin' mega ultra super, ahh ahhh! Holy crap, ahh!. Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! K. O.!. . One- up, power up, already leveled up. Options set to difficult, love a challenge, typical.
My last girlfriend didn't like me, thought she might be. Most likely a dyke, she just didn't excite me. Lefty, yeah, but that was alright. She was hotter than the sun but she just wasn't that bright.
By the wandering pines. Where the sun goes hiding. Swims a little green trout. With its shadow wallowing low. Through the wandering stream. With the stones' slick sliding.
Dreams of the murdering art. Mary see through the eyes of the dying. Hear their screams, horror seed. wrapped in human skin, entangled in pain. She wishes she will never dream again.
Ghost at the gate,. Why don't we go. Over the lay of the land?. Memories fade,. But I can feel them. Wade through the sun. And the shade.. . Who owns the hills and lakes.
Leave your past at the front door. And run away like you did before. Blisters, blisters, blisters. . Let's consider a change of scenery. It's getting boring by the sea.
Dreams of the murdering art. Mary see through the eyes of the dying. Hear their screams, horror seed. wrapped in human skin, entangled in pain. She wishes she will never dream again.
MIDSUMMER FIRES. . Midnight midsummer. Sun won't leave the sky. Here's a fire for the burning. A light to lead the turning. . The turning of the sun. Down the season's slide.
Decapitated with a shotgun. Pieces of Meat. Drawn from blood. While raped with a stunn gun. Massive bone fracture. Mandatory homicide. Kill with pleasure.
He's under you. (He's under you!). Sluts get guts. Fatel cuts. Make me feel murderess. Made you cry. Made you die. Makes me feel so alive!. You got served.