Watch The Sun Go Down

True Love, Pt. 2

One Nelly. True love, true love. True love, true love. True love is the devil's bombshell. Is the devils drag strip. Is the devils Stock car,. Is the devils nightshade, quicksand.

Under The Big Black Sun

The World's A Mess It's In My Kiss

True Love

True Love Part 2

Seishun No Mabataki

With Razorblades

Gut the little shits, shred them to bits. Cowardly pricks and their vanishing tricks. Linger, linger fingers on your throat's trigger. Linger, linger fingers and the heap gets bigger.

Too Depressed To Dance

All painted gray, hear me say. This is not my cabaret. . Too depressed. Unimpressed. I'm a strange bird. More or less. . Too depressed to dance. Too sober for a romance.

Siberia

Сибирь, край мира. Холодная могила. В кровь утопила. То где я ходила. . Мне сница Сибирь. . Черная речка. Я дрожу вечна. Поезд на встречу. Из забытого детства.

Sinners Like Us

They give no medals for sinners like us. They give no medals for killers like us. . They dress them up in uniforms. And ship them to the bullet storm.

Murderama

Macabre tape is spinning 'round. Marking your place underground. Neighbors say; don't be so loud. While you beat their lives out. . Partners in crime earned a dime.

Panic Paranoia

Panic paranoia. Some kind of psychosis. Panic paranoia. In delirious doses. . I flirt with insanity. It twists and turns inside me. . Disappear, disappear.

Salt The Earth

You never got what you wanted. And your brainwaves got slanted. Now you're so disenchanted. Hunter is gonna be the hunted. . Salt the earth. What's done will be reversed.

Lunacy

Sacred be this revenge. Ritual torn flesh stench. This vengeance is godsend. . Not a star or crescent moon. Nor two-piece sacred wood. But a circle of....

Madhouse

When night comes I see him. He walks around our muppet wing. He has a fistful of puppet strings. But he never says a thing. . In the madhouse. . She's always talking jibberish.

Deathmarch

March, march. March ahead!. Straight to your deathbed. . Blindmen lead blindmen. Singing their anthem. Fathers sleep with their sons. Singing their anthem songs.

Drawn And Quartered

Do you recognize your family. Hanging on the hooks. Decorating cookbooks. It's delicious so don't demonize me. . There's no reason for dismay. They were quite stupid anyway.

I Will Stalk You

The body's pressed against a wall. Completely still, not moving at all. Trembling hands are dripping sweat. Tiptoeing as close as I can get. . Sometimes I wonder does he know.

Cry Like Birds

Funereal bells toll in thickening silence. Only statues listen to warfare sirens. . It's a sickening curse. Altars cry like birds. For a hungering hearse.