Here comes torment and pain. Here comes death and decay. Even more pain. Here is the final solution. Here is the end of the rope. Even more pain. . This is the deadend of my life.
Standing like a statue waiting for the train. In front of the cigarette vendor. Slicking back his hair looking at the machine. Reflecting like a mirror.
Our hypothesis carried out on mortal remains. Real-life application tests our conjectures. It seems despite our scientific progress. All we've proven is our abject failures.
Blinded by a betrayal scene. No one there to keep my trust. All these serpents in my head. Make me see what I must. . Scarred heart and wounded mind. My own blood now stains my hands.
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath]. . Your ribcage is avulsed. Mangled, chopped, and hewn. Organ meats have been sundered.
In the California streets at night. You can feel the thunder rising. You can hear the screams of tires in the air. All the racers in their street machines.
No niin. Kurkkaamme perseeseen. Ja pohjoisesta tuulee. Ja viisikoipinen muna ulvoo. Ja jeesus roikkuu pohjanthdest. Ja metst ovat tulessa. Niin tuolloin on aika tullut haistaa vittua.
From the flames of a burned down heart. Ripped off and torn apart. Life to ashes and life to death. I twist the blade and take your breath. . In the twist of blade I feel.
A hammer to drive the chisel in. A chisel to alter bone and skin. An algid stiff to now provide. A link to where the soul resides. . That still hearts should pulse with ichor.
When Jews return to Zion and fire burn the skies,. (Then) satanic majesty rises. And both you and I must die !. From the eternal sea he rises. Creating armies on either shore.
the beggar on the street, it's enough to make you weep. he wants something he can shoot through his veins. tearing up the place when the heart begins to race.
[music - Sean McGrath]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage]. . A decrepit necropolis, abused and ignored. Once hallowed monuments disintegrate with neglect. Pillaged crypts littered with detiritus on the floor.
Modern genocide, electricutioned alive, virtual muddering. Scannering the unknown, widening your mind. . The new things to come. Electric baptizing, inner electrocide, brainmachine control.
In the papers I read how they found her. On her face was the look of death. In this house from hell. . In the papers I read how they had found her. On her face was the look of death, a forgotten prisoner.
Your guardian angels took a day off. As I entered the picture. Your life got a new meaning, a purpose to live. Little did you know what was to come. .
[music - Andre LaBarre and Sean McGrath]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage]. . [solo: "Full-Body Piercing" by A.S. LaBarre]. . An aceldama littered with corpses, withered.
You've got ashes on the tip of your finger. You've got secrets in the back of your mind. You've been searching for the meaning of evil. 'Cause you're attracted to the darkness of life.