Let's meet at midnight on madness alley Have lots of time our walk will be long Leave you pan, leave you camera You'll write everything in sprint You'
You can't say yes, you can't say no You're living in a fascist world Violence is your point of view It always makes the best of you Freedom is a luxury
Sinister are the ways of life. Tortures made to scar the mind. This evil is an existance. Man cannot serve two masters. Head to the grindstone. Sharpen
Blue fire Branding the thoughts Desire, Light of the lost. Unholy dreams, Demented schemes Inside the mind Can't seem to find The key. Bloodlust Inside
Still not loud enough Still not fast enough Front, front life Front, front life Front, front life Front, front life Life, life in sedation No mental
Your jugular arteries ripped Viscous juices gush and bleed You're gutted, skinned and mangled Enteral disorder is freed Tour rib-cage wrenched and torn
Dementia, right now you embrace me, and the light of goodsense extinguish in me. This world that they called madness is infinite and grotesque. Far
Absorbing, feeling and desiring You fade away spewing their words up. Rise to fall, lie to last. Look! Nothing is opening it's armsa?¦ Tangle of urges
[Music by John McEntee & Kyle Severn]
let me get this straight your buddy died, tuesday, right? but today is saturday and i saw him last night no, i wasn't seeing things and i wasn't drunk
I admire the spiritual force of evil A pure supreme instinction in survival Never underestimate the powers of hatred When the blackness' overwhelming
An invitation to clairvoyance It's hard to stand around and watch while they ignore us She is dumped on, used as an ashtray At the expense of an organized
Raging on, fierce attacking Splitting flesh, down to bone Brain is blown, deviate Serial dementia, fire burns Deep inside, gates of hell Thrown wide open
Prolonged exposure in a world Where I try to belong, I try to belong Character cessation On a major scale of depression Declining sense of fear A fear
Purity of intention sudden invasion Of adolescence Driven by her convictions At seven She saw her first vision From the heavenly voices Invoking vanity
(Instrumental)
I feel a piece of my life escapes me With every rising of the sun Subtle thoughts assuring me that I'm not well Asyndesis, mind undone Was it me? Was
Resurrection of a horrid dream Blend of hate and intense desire Putrify. Vile... surreal