Give praise to Satan, he has won. . Dynical existence, crucifixion. You will give praise to Satan. Lord of lords, kind of kings. Spread your wings. . Haunted by the righteous one, bent of my repention.
Cernobyl Generation. Murderer alienation. Cernobyl Generation. Ecstasy hallucination. Cernobyl Generation. Radioactive mutation. Your condemnation. Represents our domination.
Finally the flesh reveals the madness within. This is do or die and I could never give in. Everything I know has been missing. And I'm the only one that can fix it.
Stomping lines in international sand. Feeding blood drinking habits of the Elephant Man. Quench his thirst, when black water rises. He takes you around toward the burning horizon.
Intrinsic rot.. Traces of future.. Your past will rise haunting you again.. Tonguing the glue stamp seal of your fold.. Cased in forests of black steel rod..
Picking crumbs from the beards of others, futile organisms with no spine.. Human lice with no spine slips into a neural wreck of humanity's rot. Trust.
So inevitable another lie another reason to justify. Tearing it down. Honesty such a novelty so we king ourselves with a plastic crown. Casualty of a daydream nation.
Sermon sung me slow to sleep. Faster if I had a choice. With every breath another death. Still so in love with your own voice. Idle threats to hide regrets.
Dismantling the clockwork that makes me the cynic. Pallet, wheel and click. The properties of my indifference. Reverse-engineering what makes it tick.
And on the furthest day when you lay down. Discard your disarray and your rusted crown. And face the wretched image of you and I. No trust in what you say, you are a dead poison seed.
Without a word uttered. A comparison is drawn.. A distant future, a cluttered past. Amid the stars.. Vague and persistent,. Thought lacking consistency..
Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose. Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off. In his final sound a gurgle and a cough. In his final words the pendulum wore off.
Luminosidad naves que en el fuego van. Debo trasportarlos hacia chetumal. Los que van en este viaje astral. Son los amauttas de 1000 años. . Revelar y saber estelar.
Temblores, pestes habré serán por cien. Se cumplen profecías esta es la ley. A sombras de este mundo opacidade. Mortalha de este terra. . El chaman de manaos su cosmovisión del caos.
Corran. Corran de prisa. No dejen paralizar. Sigan el paso. Como truenos invadan el silencio rompan el viento. . Arde el cielo enfadado al mirar. El orgullo infiel.
Oh she's a dying art. She's a wet leaf,. At times of thunderstorm. . And he's a prodigal sun, with his back to the wall,. He's an atomic bomb. . And she said she said and she says: I remember you,.