A Life In Rigorism

A life in rigorism. A life conducted by ideals. That had become dusty ages ago. Hypocritical propriety and false morals. Self-obligated pain. Automasochism as an anchor.

Another Day

Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens & Steven Tracey. . You can't imagine. How it's so true. That we all need somebody. Someone like you. .

Anodized

Anodized!. A breathing interface. Designed in phase to assimilate. A transfer of the mind. To maximize a servile life. Lacerate, eviscerate. My body to redefine.

Act Of God

In my eyes stagnation surrounds. Blood that life beaten and bound. An act of mercy, a scene of pain. There is no difference, it's all in your name. . This act of God.

Acres Of Skin

Walk through the ashes of man. Skin like fields on fire. Pain is only a weakness. Death is just an escape. . We are connected like tissue. Feed on the shame you've raised.

A Therapy For Pain

I welcome death with open arms. Her soft breath and simple charm. Wandering through memories. Takes my hand for me to see. . Tried so hard. Tried so hard.

540,000 Fahrenheit

Witness a blinding light, sudden bright light from a blast. Pulsing radiation moving through cracks under skin. Feel the fire in the wind. Deadly kiss of scorching sands.

540,000 Degrees Fahrenheit

Witness a blinding light, sudden bright light from a blast. Pulsing radiation moving through cracks under skin. Feel the fire in the wind, deadly kiss of scorching sands.

21st Century Jesus (pisschrist)

0-0 {where Evil Dwells}

Long live the new flesh. Where evil dwells. Northport, L.I., mutilation murder. Grisly sacrificial slaughter. . Knights of the black circle. Stabbed him in the woods.

0 - 0

Long live the new flesh!. Where evil dwells. Northport, l.i.. Mutilation murder. Grisly sacrificial slaughter. Knights of the black circle. Stabbed him in the woods.

(memory Imprints) Never End

After the smoke clears. And the flames subside. (We have been forsaken). . Subside!. . A thousand eyes were upon me. Soulless and without mind. (We have been forsaken).

!resistancia!

Hey. . They walk over you. As if you weren't there. Equality does not exist. In our cold life since. . They don't know who you are. They don't care. They don't see that we are.

Suicide Party

Slow Dance 2

She Know

Party On Me

Best Of Me (mya Cover)

Whats Ya Life Worth?

[Bell]. [whispers of Outlaw]. [Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz don't wanna die. stop all that bull shit frontin' and all that talk. a real nigga will pick the time, to go what.

Times Wastin'

Verse one. You can't even picture tho'. Examples, and shit ya wrote. I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throat. Carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish.