Como es que te vas salvador de la compania, si todavia hay mucho verdor. Si el progreso es nuestro oficio y aun queda por ahi mucho indio que no sabe
Acid spilling all around Flesh decaying falling down (Your) criminal friends have left you now Death greets you with gory hands Into the acid Into the
Acid spilling all around Flesh decaying falling down Your criminal friends have left you now Death greets you with gory hands Into the acid Into the
Die, die Running through the night, your screams are my delight Torture is my game, fucking you insane Warped is my brain, people I do maim Breaking
Gather 'round all to see, reborn misery Doctors stand in my way, my path to death Ready to die, take your last breath Rotting corpse, cancer fucking cancer
He stalks the night for his prey He'll maim and kill while you pray Legacy of his tragedy Born to kill for his mother's sins Twisted mind living to kill
I am waiting in this cell Thinking of killings I was supposed to have done See them build that wooden frame As I wait to die Morbid thoughts hang around
I am possessed by death, perverted to unbelief Showing no remorse, killing all those pigs Slicing to your throat, hacking at your face Ungodly thoughts
Hooks cutting through your flesh No comparison of pleasure and pain Black box it's a gory treat Mutilation from hell To the gory end As they make you
Branded with a reward on his head Ash flees through the night Scattering words of unholy sin Down trodden in mankind Punished through humiliation Against
Everything, everything gives you cancer Everything, everything gives you cancer There's no cure, there's no answer Everything gives you cancer Don't
Smile - It s impossible I-I feel disposable You laugh (ha,ha,ha) - and it fucks me up Fag? - has he woken you up? Words - lots of words Mindless - I ain
My book of Mormon wrapped in Turin And it seems inferior and jittery You preach elastic to your jagged flock In an eerie passion for self flattery I'
Crab if you want her She won't be coming down (Down) Down (Down) Down (Down) Down (Down) Crab if you want her She won't be coming down Crab if you need
Turn away, If you could get me a drink Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded Call my aunt Marie Help her gather all my things And bury me in
They said to just be ourselves but we all knew that was never good enough. They said we had every chance but how could we not fuck it all up? We would
Tell me all your plans and I'll laugh back in your face Preach me your religion if you're dumb enough to pray I tried to make a change to get a better
Nell'aria come una scadenza incombe incredibilmente una dolce uguaglianza. C'e un'aria sottile e pulita (1) e non ci sono assolutamente tracce di veleno