Right now. Let me take you by the hand. Right now. Put your lips at my command. Right now. Fly me off to lover's land. . Baby. Don't you leave me at the post.
Burn our earth to waste, scourge. Monstrous nuclear waste. Cancerous diseases and nuclear bliss. Mother nature's creatures entwined and sick. Oh, you darkened waste.
The tepid carcass examinately reclines on my table. Its peculiar muscular activity, rigor mortis, works in. my favor. Determining PMI through rigid, bone-cracking means.
[Lyrics & Music - Andrea Cipolla]. . Metal alloys and flesh in only one body. forged to bring famine and plague.. Robocorpse,. you're human misery's mistake,.
My cry echoes on a naked wall. Cold like a crystal. Numbered hours creeping. Insanity strangles reality. . Weakened, crushed, formed. New dimensions arise.
Now I lay here.. Surrounded by darkness.. And I really don't know,. Is this reality? Or is it just a dream". . Smell of death - morbid smell. What else can it be?.
"To Hell with Boston's urban sprawl,". said I to you, dear wife.. "We'll hitch our wagon to the Western call,. Give the children a better life.. For what's now sand,.
Eyes cold as ice. Staring into vacancy. Chasing shadow from within. Chase the cool winds. . Harassed with remorse. Now that all is said and done. I know that I can't face the old routine.
In cover of a dazzling full moon. I pace in the hall rendered harmless by the memory. Of what I used to be night's soon over. I dread another sunrise the pain of knowing.
I am a god. I live tomorrow here today (I am far too young to worry). just open wide I see right through you anyway (it's so easy to be free). reach out.
arE yOU sCaRED? THis iS not eNOuGH. sEE SHAKIng EYes, Hear thE bIttER LAUgH. OvERlOaDed vaLVE for a hearT tHaT stEAMs. cAn't TakE thE preSsure,. I caN Feel it BUrStInG AT THE SEamS.
Right from the start you know you put me in the dirt. I never even got a chance to get away. I take all the crap from your drool attack. The years fly and I get nothing to say.
You know I never believed you were for real. I don't appreciate you or understand how you feel. Everytime no matter what I might find. You give me a feeling that It ain't mine.
first of all I make sure I've got the right ingredients. before I heat up the pan. I take a little bit of bitterness to grease it up. and keep everything close at hand.
Pure untainted flesh. tempts the mind. feeds the carnal lust. and carnivorous urge. . Taste of sweet meat. between Ribs of the virgin. Charred remains of the skin.
We hide behind what we create,. but this time the product shall consume. and shit us back to what we once were.
Philosopher Bastard head of the Eucharist. Seasons have counted backward. Return the baby to the river. Wooden raft. Upstream current of Yahweh's golden piss.
I've come to warn you all. A dark and deadly force. Is now beyond control. We don't have one second to lose. It's looking like. The end is coming soon.
In this cold dark city. Nothing for sure. Ain't nothing for free. The situation's a pity. Everything failing. Just existing. Ventured into places. Where you should not tread.