Drifting in sleepless nightmares. Haunted by poisoned dreams. Washing your hands in the water. But the hands will never be clean. . Now you pay the price.
Neoadvent by cold fusion. Non inductive current drive to the frozen iron core. Neoadvent by cold fusion. Non inductive current drive to the frozen iron core.
You kneel down at my feet. You've long since lost control. With shaking hands. You point the gun to the head. No hope left for you. Salvation?!. . Stellarator.
The noise wake me up from a long coma period. Gestation time is completed. . Injected with electronic parasite-bugs. Radioactive nails hammered down in my chest.
Eyes say more than thousand words. Expose the soul that flows in me. My inner warmth, my inner bleed. My deep anxiety. . This sight is where you can read.
I search my beliefs wherever I may go. I take your disease underneath my toes. I wear this pain of mine but nothing seems to change. For you I'm just a lie, a blinded eye, simple clay.
I open my eyes. A new reality. It's filling the sky. Full of ambiguity. I feel it inside. It's growing on me. Oh I try to control. But it's spreading the disease.
So you think that you know. All those things unsaid. So you try to make true. All the fears in your head. . Never trusting your instincts. Standing on the edge of dissolution.
We are all brought to together. As one... one. A working molecule. The compound of duality, droning us on and on. . Datascape assembler. Spherical plasma current streams.
All stand quiet.... What have we become?. A shadow of life. Forsaken in the meantime. While looking for something. We question ourselves. But we're left with nothing.
Attempting to define what blinds you from the truth. How the system works and how provide it. Descending a ardous way down. You finally reach the crop underground.
Against the odds, we proved them wrong. We challenged and we won. We're doing things our own way. Just like we've always done. People try to tell us why.
Backstabbit turncoat. I caught you in the act. lowdown lying scumbag. I'm gonna break your back. you thought that you could pull it off. but I saw through your game.
It was a stormy night... while the city's asleep. I was down to my last cigarette. And the holes in my shoes let the rain soakin' in. It's a night that I'll never forget.
We only had forty-five minutes. Before we were to start our show. Our roadies had set up our gear. And we were (more than) ready to go. Then the owner of the bar came to see us.
Energy, you're hit by the train. A casualty of the social war. Artillery, the weapons I sling. Send you crashing and bleeding on the floor. Arteries, implode under skin.
At the gate the thrashers wait, with flesh of hardened steel. At the show the bitches go to such their nasty meal. Pounding meat, scorching heat, lick the dragon's bite.
Raging vultures approaching the clearing. Forbidden from cultures and ground. Striking to kill with power and glory. It's pain within pleasure they've found.
The Sons of Mayhem waiting. Time to start the fire. Volume overwhelming. Can't go any higher. Like a thunderhead above you. The storm is on it's way. With RAZOR 's edge we maim you.
You said I was mad, you said I'm insane. You said It couldn't be done. You want me to lose, you want me to die. Don't wont me to ruin your fun. I'm making a stand, I'm taking a chance.