Three Second Apocalypse

Tonight your decadence demands a sacrifice. But attrition never slowed you before. Stepping on faces, tripping over limbs. Fighting the machine gun's attention.

Tentacle

Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation. Chokes me like a mouthful of spiders. Crawling in or out, I don't know. But I kneel to the Gods of nausea. . In moments of reflection upon.

Talkie -talkie

I walked the walkie-walkie. I walked my doggie-doggie. 'Talked the talkie-talkie. 'Walked the walkie-walkie. 'Walked my doggie-doggie. I talked the talkie-talkie.

Time Bomb

It all started as a game. You said let's fucking try it. Just for fun, just like everyone else did. . But you got played your own game. You got played your own game.

There Is No Escape

Welcome to my callous world.. Where there is no escape.. We are destined to rot until we die.. Awaiting our treacherous death.. Welcome to my wicked world..

The Burning Cross

You have no conceptions of what the word hate really means.. Spreading shit all over.. This world.. With unfounded dogmas.. No (way we'll have it).. You want to purify the world motherfuckers..

Turn Them Off

Crazy girl, you just have to smile. Show your legs, turn them blind. Kill' em all, you're afraid. Cause they are still alive. . [CHORUS]. . Turn them off.

Tragical Memories

I can see blood. Tears and pain. Frozen faces too. Yet expressive. Like these paintings. Engraved in our memory. Which we're gazing at. In a deafening silence.

The Young Martyr

I remember. Your heavenly face underwater. Admiring its whiteness. Under the moon rays. And the life going out. Of your magnificent wounds. Wraps up of red your naked flesh.

The Prophetess

Walking for you so impatiently. I know what you want. My roots are yours too. From that look in my eyes. You can really see. Men are noy like us. So will you sacrifice.

The Last Bewitchment

Body lies on the floor. Very sick complexion. Movements drive your lips. No more words and no more breath. . I can feel my tears. Running on my cheeks.

Testament

Anger, despair and tears guide. My hands upon this parchment. My torments will stop now. Because my destiny, I master. . No one lays down his arms. The next day always comes.

Throw Your Trouble Down The Well

Door's open, come on in and sit a spell. Door's open, come on in. Door's open. come on in and sit a spell. . Throw your trouble down the well. . You said I could come on in.

The Werewolf

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Aw!. . Hello, neighbor, invite me in. I just want to be your friend. Make no mistake, I won't bite you. . I know I'm a little scary. The situation seems quite hairy.

The Process

Holy fucking shit! He wrote another fucking song. Why does he keep on writing them when hope has long been gone?. He may not be Gaga, Miley, Jackson, or the King.

The Optimist

I know how easy it is to fall from grace. To get out of line, just lose your pace. . But remember. . You've gotta keep that smile on your face. . Cause nobody cares if your heart bleeds and tears.

The Banjo

Many miles his boots had seen. Down dirt roads most have never been. A heavy heart just 'a full of song. Picking his banjo all day long. . Then he found a dusty little town.

Test Me

I like it!. . Every time I see it, it's like I'm gonna lose it. Drag me down, chain me up, stab me in the back again. They come in all directions spitting hate like nails and bullets.

The Seeker

The Search