Lifeless symphonies playing on the last refrain. So malignant and cold. This is the music for the dead. And the primitive chords,. Embraces me like a cold winter storm.
[Music: Hanner / Lyrics: Wenngrenn]. . A euphoria, you live in a dream. Wake up and smell reality's flower. . Unwanted emotions stuck like a. thick layer of glue; weakness.
Bleeding, we are the victim. Our only crimes are our lives. Beaten, life is taken. When blood is spilt a mother cries. . When pointless shit around you.
Hello, hello my child. If words could break a smile. Or change what came to pass. Bellow, bellows the answers. Can't hide our great disasters. This scene could be my last.
I am abomination. Your twisted dark salvation. In every dark salvation. In every dank fixation. I burn my voice into skin. I feast on cries of sorrow.
His arms wide open,. teeth bearing grin. So drunk from hoping,. she'll let you in. The smell excites him,. as does the chase. The grin it widens,. upon his face.
Falling further down my. inhibitions fade, away,. fade apart. Trapped inside. myself my mind begins to. haze, leaves be broken,. leaves me breathless..
Rise up, and fight them. Join us, on this ground. Do not, deny them. Their twisted, your sound. . Chorus. We're standing on top of the world. Waiting for the flood.
Sell us, all of this shit that you tell us. Condemn ostracize and expel us,. as you profit for blood lust adn chaos. . Chorus. Twisting and turning as our world is burning,.
I cut my fingers so my hand won't let this fucker slip. And every word it lingers, louder as I tighten grip. In every dream he haunts me mocking in his ignorance.
"Rivers of gore, rivers of gore...ah hahahahah!". . Driving my automobile, watch out for that moose. Ramming it head on, turn over in a ditch. Nearly fatal blast, left me paralyzed.
"Life sucks, and then you die". . Here lies our fate, a bleakly stained disgrace. A cross between two worlds of liberty and hate. Nothing is forgone, we'll never see the dawn.
Now my friend, we stand at the end. We've failed to find the way out. . The falling of messiahs and the raising of funds. Is a procession of liars, thieves and wrongs.
Ralph the janitor enjoys his job. He sweeps and mops up the garbage and crud. While alone at night he searches for goodies. He goes into every room hoping and praying that someone is flowing.
"The forecast calls for destruction tonight, death for tomorrow, and. Armageddon by the weekend.. This could be the end of life as we know it". . Cold steel, surgical dissection of memories lost to plague.
Raaaaghhhhh!. Gather in a circle we're going to play a game. Kneel around the cookie each with a stiffy we're ready to begin. This time it's not for pleasure you'll have to stroke it faster than ever.
"I want to kill everyone, Satan is good, Satan is our pal...". . Seething, inbreeding, ignorant, believing liars...salvage. Seething, inbreeding the fear of independance.
"Condone first degree murder! Advocate cannibalism! Eat shit!". . Pool of Stool. I slipped and fell into a manhole,. I discovered I was knee-deep in doo-doo.
Vertigo is the leading force of will,. as many paths as its forced to fulfill. Billions of combinations to make them be,. a billion more to set them free.
Angry man walks through fields steps in shit, gets pissed off. Finds the cow that made the mess, kicks the udder, milk and innards spill. Carves out the belly, gouges out the neck.