Cold Day In Hell Lyrics - Singles - Foetus

If Moses had heard about it 

There would've been another commandment 

Thou shalt not slaver on thine cadaver 

Whilst all thine fat is in the fire 

This isn't the melody that lingers on 

It's the malady that malingers on 

There's the devil to pay, he can keep the change 

I can't stand the thought of another cold day 

I ain't got a Chinaman's chance in limbo 

Mass breathing, mass seething 

Mass bleeding, mass seeding, mass debating 

Mass existence is the cause of my problems 

Gotta choose between suicide and genocide 

I've been impaled by the sins of World War Two 

Can't sleep for the skins of six million Jews 

I'd join the Ku Klux Klan just to get the uniform 

Or a good night's sleep 

All hell breaks loose 

The jig is up, my fate is sealed 

I'm stood at the gallows again 

The inscription on my tombstone reads 

Wish you were here 

I died every night for a thousand years 

The tearing of my flesh, the thud of my carcass 

The rhythmic crunch of bone 

Crucifixion is my addiction 

I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in Hell 

When it's one man against the world 

I shouldn't have so much time to complain 

I found there was a hole in my spiritual parachute 

After I jumped from the astral plane 

No escape from four stone slimy walls 

I built up while trying to knock them down 

Death warrant, death watch, death rattle, death's door 

Ain't I died enough before? 

Deliver from this treachery 

Deliver from this agony 

Stop trying to make a man of me 

I ain't got the raw materials, see 

I'm a killer with a label and a blueprint 

Of Babel and all of my dead, cards are on the table 

I meet my maker and I don't like what I see 

Medusa is fondling me 

Blut und Boten are strictly verboten 

It's a classic case of mort sublite 

But what I thought was the quickest solution 

Turned out to be Satanic destiny 

All hell breaks loose 

All hell breaks loose 

I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in Hell 

I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in Hell 

I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in Hell 

I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in Hell