: Wretched hands and tired eyes. Born in death and reborn in lies. Too long have I watched in silence too long have you haunted my steps. I am bred
Hands tied; crucified, lost, found, entombed we collide. Black whole, my brain, Focus, insane, Left out, betrayed, Your hole, my vane, I can't sustain
What can I say? There's just no way, is there? so I act as if it's ok mister I am who I am I say goddamn goddamn I give whatever I can now that is what
I am the machine I am the insect I am the one you least suspect I am the cancer in your soul Better treat me with respect The moment you saw me you knew
It's about time for an innovation very few have come close so clear so right in time the past died painlessly with me the incident was over now things
Went for the money No way to please them all Have had a go It just felt so small Can't wait forever for someone to tuck you in With no good name to lose
Listen, no one knows True evil never shows You cannot see it's face True evil travels without trace No, it never dies Always on the rise Evil, this good
Bursting out I'm a son of a bitch, ready to stitch You mothers not ready to rock I've shed all my tears and ain't got no fears And the key to my heart
A rotten stench surrounds another ended life Maggots infesting rotten flesh Is that the way you wanna die? Decomposed, don't want to live in a decaying
Drinking blood A red delightful bloody power My fatal bite The art of the blackest hour I suck your blood An immense everlasting lust Morning grows The
[Originally performed by Stillborn] 'o you sweet, little six six sixteen I'm the saviour of your sisterhood stretched thing, held in leash for daddy
Dark clouds of chaos Summons the king of fear Forces of Agharthi come forth Behold the Sumerian tears The abbey of dark where Awaiting the stormy sea
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Can't find a real answer It's all the same But when it all comes around I guess it's kinda lame I can hear you screaming When it gets into your vein Your
We arise from the ashes we burn With a grin on our face we return We walk among the ones The mortals can't see When the sun goes up No more we'll be
Born and predicted to always be wrong The same old bullshit the same old song Familiar patterns, familiar hosts The city's crowded with the sideshow
Down here on the ground since it all began Experiment in moral and behavior In spite of all imperfection I'm a fan of man The worm is my rose too Many
[Written by John Newton 1725-1807] Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but
