[music: Mike, Stefan / lyrics: Bastian / guit. solo: Stefan]. . Maimed, killed, stabbed. Slain, shot, sliced. Hung, burnt, chopped. Multiple ways to die.
Ut lngt lngt lngt i skogen dr brinna en eld. Ut lngt lngt lngt i skogen dr springa en ulv. Snder ska han trasa ktt och ben av kristi lamm. Nu stiga ohygglig fasa ur gravens kyla mull.
My world was crashing down and I had lost all reason.. I turned from side to side looking for excuses to blame you.. I questioned all this.. Though out my reasons..
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul. . He guides me in paths of righteousness.
Seek the sight you have lost. Obstruction in your cerebellum. Although that. your mind is strong. Theres a way to succumb. To the blindness. Of your. will.
We all take one look,. And make up our minds.. If left much longer,. He'll slowly die (die). . I said to you,. Not to push it too far.. Look at what you've done,.
This is a world of shit. Nothing can be so perfect. Writhing in oceans of waste. I died just for the taste. For the taste, for the taste. . One more thing before you leave this.
Consumed with memories. That preceded today. Given a chance to bereave. Life is slipping away. . Suffered through tragedy. Of my slow decay. Deceptive tendencies.
Huh!. There is no love. No love. Huh!. . I am a duplication, innocently. I was conceived so violently. There was no love. There was no love for me. There was only hatred.
Desensitized by the values of life. Maligned and despaired by government lies. . Revenge, so strong, taste it, on my tongue. My gun, will be your angel of mercy.
Desensitized by the values of life. Maligned and despaired by government lies. . Revenge, so strong, taste it, on my tongue. My gun, will be your angel of mercy.
Remove all the damage. Material debris. Remove scar tissue. Decayed and diseased. Establish a connection. Matter to the mind. My self replication. Run for your life.
The conscious man is dead. And I buried him. Beneath this scarred tissue. Armored skeleton. . The machine is now alive. Desensitized with open eyes. Powered by an angry mind.
I have become their target for revenge. Knocked down, and transform my hatred within. Dependence brings subservience. Losing sight enslaved obedience.
The gun in his hands he starts to run. His head is empty, survival of the fittest. But then the pictures reach his brain. He's breathing quicker as he keeps one bullet for himself.