: Decapitated soul of life... My minds bleeds from your knife... What I see cannot be real... In labyrinths that I feel... Some thing's going wrong with
Even before she came apart She was really nothing at all No bones and no joints Only crude connections Dressed in neon and velcro Her hair was cut It
[Lyrics By: Ruben Rosas, Kevin Clark] My mind is as rotten as the bodies of the fuckin' whores I've killed. I raid a fresh grave to satisfy my thrills
of hell Raise from this grave Is fear in your eyes? You have to leave your flesh Still wait for you - decapitated saints I've died to live in everlasting
Senses, flower of existence- bow to Babylon Pain, father of creation- bow to Babylon Look- you're the creator of your own creator Your beginning overthrows
it was night when they came evil and deceit were hidden under frocks on their necks-crosses in their hands-swords they came to kill on behalf of their
The shaft of daylight melts dirty panes. The stench of life pulls them out from their dreams. Those living wastes on the streets outside. Woken up again
Murder at your every footstep A child's toy sudden death Sniper blazes you through your knees Falling down can you feel the heat burn Ambushed by the
Light, a flash in the eye of the truth Darkness, a sea of eternal sin We, the shadows without destination Following the spark, the whisper of the unknown
To stars and suns we carry To superhumans names in stone Into the depths of seas of grand desires To the thought pure, into nothingness Limitless solitude
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Rise! And look at your face Centre of existence leans toward the end One visage of earth Cold flame under the mask Cracked face of dying spaces Millions
You are the ones that will free us from colours That will free us from words Squeezed in the rock of existence We never experienced anything else Mind
when the warriors of the gloom came when the wolf of the night conquered the sun time of revenge and death set in the sons of fire shed the blood of
Blind is the euphoria of the crowd Staring at themselves from inside And observing the succeeding patterns Of the world that spirals downwards I sense
On bigger than everything In the crown of your own self you preach darkness Yet would you be able to obey the lack of light? Darkness, light, word, existence
Waiting on Death Row People coming in overalls Taking me to the gas chamber Scuffling of feet They took him down the hallway Feeling everyone's heartbeat
Sodium sunrise burns my eyes Electric charged reanimation I must recombine my (scattered) mind After techno-crucifixion Growling engines Transmitting
