When you have painted yourself in the corner. You wish you were a spider so you could escape. No matter how hard you try to ignore. It still has that iron grip around your neck.
Born in the Age of Technology. In the year of our Lord 2033. The Earth has been poisoned and we had to leave. Now we're all afloat in the stars of the galaxy.
I could see the city lights. then they turned to black. then I heard a sirens crying sounding out ATTACK!. I could see the rockets glare. shooting in the night.
(The true worshipper obeys Lucifer). Ipamis mad, ipamis Jesuz, ipamis mad, ipamis Jesuz. Amma mad, amma Jesuz, amma mad, amma Jesuz. (cunt, fuck, kill, die).
As the new millenium closes in. Take a look what's going on. Carriers of the plague on earth's every corner. The disease is spreading again. I remember the better times.
Look at the violence that rages in your heart. Screaming in silence, it's tearing you apart. Burning with vengeance, need an answer for your soul. Consider the damage, got nothing you can show.
Fuck you please, then some more. Hardened beyond believe. All these years have taught us well. There's no compassion at all. . We detest you and your world.
Wake up Sally have you heard the news,. I've got a brand new band,. I'm gonna kick the blues, now baby,. just hold on to my hand. Get up now, I've got some work to do,.
Welcome to your Hell. Where all fears are reality. Paranoia strikes hard. Harder, beyond your wildest dreams. . Halo of Flies Over my Head. I am decaying Satan's Wrath.
Thinking about the way you say you love me. Thinking about the way you say you care. Hoping that you could somehow spare a moment for me. But you never have a minute to share.
Gott ist tot, es ist tot, Judean Gott. Gott ist tot, es ist tot, Judean Gott. Sohn ist tot, er is tot, Judean Sohn!. . Gott ist tot, Judean Gott, ist tot.
I'm watching you at home from my prison cell alone. Trapped here inside my visual prison. . Deadly stare into the monitor screen. Mesmerized by the latest scenes.
Living in the city where the poverty prevails. Sleeping on the side walk you can hear the sirens wail. Dining with the rats down on 42nd street. Begging for some money, hungry for something to eat.
Goatvomit. Gasmasks. Cemeteries. Ripe cunts. Rituals. Spilled blood. chorus: Vomiting blood, vomiting fire. Gasmask ritual for goatvomit God. Jesusvomit.
Grinding the ground. Hellfuck demon sound. Spitting forth the flames. Bursting from the gates. This is goat war. This is goat war. Tormenting the meek.
It was 8:45 New York time when disaster filled the sky. Death struck and the towers rocked, then we began to die. All the steel came crashing down and rose in a cloud of smoke.
An eldritch study to beguile our throng. The irons that now bind us will be proven none to strong. Our asomatic nostrum, we'll work hammer and tongs. .
Manna rains from hell as you revel in smut. Visions of the new world order. Finally coming true. . We shall dominate, take over your lives. Going to make your life living hell.
[music - Ross Sewage]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage]. . A plague on mankind, a pox on the planet. We are the surgeons of sickness and shit. . Innocent bystanders are subjected to the horror.