i spy yellow green roses in mary's garden i am god don't love you anymore down in new orleans i know where the devil dwells within ya i have loved the
It's infected, this city's a wasteland Slow drone reality Figure heads and scapegoats Holding back the punch line To exaggerate just right We're collecting
Hundreds lay dead and plaster the wet cobblestone of the haunted city There are no streetlights but the full moon on this chilling December's night. Silence
Tradução: Pazuzu. La Ciudad Encantada.
the lines of repetition That all my fear's been carving Haunted eyes Sing in secret Haunted eyes Are huge and empty Haunted eyes Flutter just like butterfly wings Haunted
life, change it I get so haunted, I fall in your dreams tonight I get so haunted, That I misunderstood tonight I get so haunted, I fall in your dreams
: Come a little bit closer So I can see what you taste like A pale face, A vision of suicide Dead ends and a St. Jude figurine Bury me in a shallow
: The streets of broken dreams await the darkness. To bring new souls along for the ride. Another statistic on the sidewalk. Found his peace at last.
: Cover the lies with lies it never ends. Tribulation cometh the days alas! With a new set living a life of downright strength. All I believe the effects
: Breaking in and entering, my will is the law. I feel the scent of innocence and I know it's all about to fall. Never repent or change, [x2] never
: Stale drops of inferior taste. Handed down just to lay to waste. Foul scent of a dream gone bad. Die the death that he never had. I've seen the flaming
: Can't imagine the pain inside of you. Can't take the violence shooting through. Unleash your rage, pounding fear into their eyes Neuroses piercing
: Relentless, I gather a mind of a kind unknown to all. Each revelation, knowledge earned through blood and sweat. My scars are worn with pride. I count
: [Dolving Talks:] "It's been a long and lonely ride. The blood takes the lead on down the line. Some knew it, some never tried. To go down that crooked
: Voices break the silence. Shadows infect the white-clad walls. Death is breathing down your neck. Yoy try ty flee. Forced into submis- sion. You try
: Instrumental
