red lips. white face. white lies. painless. drink from this cup. hemlock. end this... pretty pictures from story book lies. (typhoid mary had nothing
The outlander walked into town, coverd in gore He knew he could not wait much longer, he needed more Death Pain Blood... Terror On the high plain they
So here I stand, breathless, waiting for nothing. Peer into my chest. See if, this things still ticking. Another victim, to that power that no one gave
Horizon has been defeated By the pirates of the new age Alien casinos Well maybe it's just time to say The things can go bad And make you wanna run away
Just me and you, With the world in our hands, With the world in our hands. (So say what you want) I'm really not who you think I am, I keep the ones
endless voices shattered thoughts that cloud my head sleepless nights of agony wretched and twitching in a pool of sweat searching for the words to say
I left cocaine - going insane my first time - I want to try I lock the door - I'm really sure Now I'm alone - the needle in my skin Defeated intellect
Led to the slaughter, your life in their hands Destroying maiming at will Spread all around, deep in the group Trenches for corpses to fill Advance to
You put your face in front of mine All but hiding desperation Hunger leaks out of your eyes Whetting me with dark temptation All I want, all I want is
Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted, See him dying on the tree Tis' the Christ by man rejected, yes my soul tis heat is He Tis the long Expected prophet
Weight leaves in anger from my shoulders Words of wisdom crush hope What is real? I thought I knew How could I lie to someone, I cared for? How could
When I first saw him He was standing in the rain Fading light, it still gave sight to the faces The faces of the slain How many have fallen before you
And we begin our litany Of peopled killed by mostly me Goatie the load, he's first in line Antarctic Ant not far behind Ripped an arm off Melvin Fleebish
Dies irae, dies illa (Day of wrath, that day) Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall consume the world in ashes) Quando Judex est venturus (When the Judge
Who must I be for you to love me? Endlessly, hopelessly, like I, do you? And where do I touch, when I need to so much In a rush, wish you trust like I
Cursed are the lambs of god For they shall be bled - Whiter than the whitest snow Christ is dead Ancient lies - time to die Cursed are the slaves of Islam
The outlander walked into town, coverd in gore He knew he could not wait much longer, he needed more Death Pain Terror Blood... On the high plain
Dies irae, dies illa (Day of wrath, that day) Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall consume the world in ashes) Quando Judex est venturus (When the Judge is