Everything seems to be flowing. My mind is set to consume you. And when the world comes down on you. Don't come to me to shed your tears. . We got the time to find.
Existing for chaos. To harm conceive and lie. Twisting all straight answers I'm a fake. Silently respectfully I move behind your backs. Secretly suspiciously I create my little lies.
Open your arms, show me your envy. The fury that makes. Do you cry out when you're in need?. Or do you just act like you're more mean?. . So would you hold on now.
Through all the black days. Why can't you hear. That sadness surrounds us?. . And so hard I tried. To face the real things in life. I can't see how. I failed to fly.
Keep me awake, speak to me. I don't ever want to sleep again. I can see you look at the bruises. on my arms and neck, my swollen throat. . Now at the time I'm just flowing.
Closer to the future flying rapidly. I've been damned to breathe what I hate to see. Forcing me to act what I can not be. Impurity is when you're pulling strings to see.
What keeps you up at night?. What makes your brain, with hate, destroy the calm?. It's been too fucking long. Since I've been asking these questions on my own.
I will kill your people. For my ideology. I will make them all burn. So they'll follow me. Scared and forgotten. You'll deny my place. They will share this hating.
Gangrel Strike. . Verse. . No one to trust. No one but me. This fight is our own as we walk on our feet. Straight to your face. Straight like a fist. We'll do what we want and that's how it's gonna be.
Synthetic. Minds over the world. Not thinking. Controlled by what the media told. Brain useless. What is left of us?. Real zombies. Infected by the social facts.
Sitting in the house, watching High Spirits. Steve Guttenberg preparing to rock. Sitting on the bus, listening to the Terminator soundtrack. Tahnee Cain, solid as fuck.
We bang 'til death and lay siege to the pub. With tankards and pints in the air. Straight edgers worst fears, we're addicted to beers. Though whiskey and cider get their share.
You've never been in a fight but you will be tonight. If you're hip to the groove you will see. You know the end is nigh, you've got to hang 'em high.
The challenger from a future time. sentenced to the past for a forgotten crime. They'll perish him for the perfect rights. down through the years past time and space.
Cody, Mad Gear, Haggar, vengeful, slums,. uptown, subway, Hollywood, 2P, Axel,. Sodom, Thrasher, katana, barrels,. dynamite, burger. . Subway, city, violence, cage.
Thrash titans of yesteryear, they have failed us with their recent piss. We reject their progressive dross, call it rot that it truly is. Legions of thrashers with nothing to thrash to on the city streets.
There's a secret hidden for you. Try to solve it and find out the clue. If you find out what we say. You get the story in the right way. . Take your chance.
At the dawn of day, two armies arise. In the morning fog, from shades of the night. Out there on the hills, they darken the sun. The last stand is here, one chance to be won.
They raise their glasses, as he surveys unseen. Wrath is increasing, anger makes his eyes gleam. Seeing his foes, celebrating their victory. He gives a promise, that he will destroy his enemy.
The demon has risen again. Calling his forces to arms. In these hours of fear. We come together as well. . Oooh..... together we rise. . We shall unite, to overcome his domain.