: I'm walking on the dark ice of the North The end of my journey is near Every step is a wound While dust is my death bed The white sun Is touching
: Trembling in pain You're suffering Heavy rattle Asphalt is burning Your feet sinking In the dark Blood Streaming blood You're dying And you know it
life Forgotten by death You've become a thing A relic Forgotten by death It's horrid not to be able to die Eternal life Forgotten Where is death Tangled
: How quickly seconds fly Pendulum in my hands A mutant In hopeless desperation I know that's my last day The day when my world will be gone Horizon
: Sick mind with no past Blends all days into eternal light A sick face A sick mind A shadow of tomorrow Maybe it's me A prisoner with a shavel head
: Sound of alarm Played On dried bones By the wind Cacophony of hollow sounds All lost in empty skulls And craters only Will remain Unhealed by life
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complaints I'm waiting for death - it's him: Demon No one will tell me Where i should go Darkness and night Silence of stars Uranium veins Throbbing with death
: Shadows of our shadows Thorny winding streets A train of drunk undertakers Digging their own graves The altar full of tongues Of fluent politicians
of darkness Nearer I know that death Is coming A stormy sea And massive clouds I'm like the ashes Like a waning glow I know I'm dying Screaming The
Remote past Destroyed by the hands Of hideous soldiers Blood for blood Struggle for life Where to go In this turmoil Of raging death The air kills With
the Madhouse... Here ghost wail and moan Skeletons rattle trying to escape there prisoning coffins (Wicked Shit) Grimlins and skulls gasp a death (ICP
plead for his self esteem For the love of God, we all sufferin We fall asleep, they handcuff us in our dreams We wake up and scream, the world explodes
all you reckless bastards Lighter fluid and a pack of matches bring me such satisfaction Pyromaniac is laughing while the flames are burning, cracklin I like to hear the helpless screams
that sent a shiver down her spine Something came up from behind she could feel it breath Now she new it had returned the prophecy come true Running screaming
like rotisserie Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams
institutions and DEATH (think I'm fucking kidding?) Now it feels just like a dream But it's not what it seems Gotta block out the screams I'm too tired
