MY CHILD In this torture of heartbeats I sat in the loneliest of dreams. Listening to my thoughts of pain slipping down my consciousness, like raindrops
: Age of destruction Age of oblivion Age of destruction Age of oblivion Discovered love, In the rancid days of ruin My body's sweatin' toxins, Of my
from a wishing well The spirits of exhile Are reading the tablets of time Drink from this ceremonial chalice And embrace the stone Where all my pretty
The river now begins to flow In cracks of oblivion Crimes untold, darker days unfold Mass media corruption to the world A tone of information in a child
you kissing oblivious Love ain't only your pain I'm walking in oblivion Walking in oblivion I walk with a child's face Remembering our days Walking in oblivion Walking in oblivion
my lonesome song Now I'm lost Falling from grace 'cause I've been away too long Leaving you behind with my lonesome song Now I'm lost in oblivion, in oblivion
[Mad Child] Ah, this shit doesn't even sound human anymore....it's time to kill Rough terrain, insane in my domain Sadomasochism, whacks, whips an
medalin Hematology skeleton trojan velatin Reverend see no evil since solomon Origin motherland Must I begin babbling? Amphibian oblivion I'm livin'
so bright Nearing the height of glory and light Just take a look at yourself and you'll find There's still a chance to break free Out of oblivion there
little creeper in the shade under my brain in caterpillars hundredth eye under mushroom clouds in the rain, child i wrote your name in sparrows blood
Summer blood for fighting dogs Mardi Gras nineteen fifty-four Oh no - he never liked Lincoln at all my child I always thought the sun was just some hole
We watch them going nowhere, kicking the football No purpose, the point boys in oblivion Or play games so child like, they want to win Look out my windowsill
Total oblivion of my inner past Will I ever be the same again? Landscapes of treasures before my eyes Now it's over, forget the past Spirits of the future
(Spoken) That's him in the corner of social oblivion Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges Buried
¤ nA¤kevA¤t. [English translation:] [CHILD OF OBLIVION] A broken sword in my hand, a trail of blood on my chest. Just an empty scabbard trampled
Age of destruction Age of oblivion Age of destruction Age of oblivion Discovered love, In the rancid days of ruin My body's sweatin' toxins, Of my own
my hands May my love and my silence inspire your soul Come as your are: While a memory still remains frozen in time And a word takes its meaning to my
