slime it has seen man crawl It waits to see our final fall The Finger of Scorn, it points to us all The Finger of Scorn, it points to our fall Black
Burry your fears, nothing is real Listen to the voice, comes from beyond Fear is the enemy, remember you are Nothing to learn, there is nothing to
soul with a hunting hound My blood's a red river that flows through every town No Have you ever felt like I have? Cry for me sky Cry for me, scorned, scorned
Kiss the dream good-bye, separation leaves a taste so bitter sweet and for years you have clawed away at my flesh, yet I still long to hear your voice
...And I woke up in a blur and was tied up, hurt, adrenaline scorching inside, as it raced through my veins. I was coughing up blood, I must've looked
Simple child He looks almost like the others Yet they know he's not the same Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not
receive more that I deserve Don't even try to sell me your lies You were no good from the start And I'm mad 'cause I just realized Moral is a woman scorn
bleeding Here I stand Completely ignored I watch you willing To see me scorned Confused and naked The curtain is torn You stand there waiting To see me scorned
[--Chorus:] Someone somewhere scorned Never will forget Someone somewhere scorned Never can forget Burning, No desire No friends, Inside my mind I'll
may have stopped this But you can't stop me! Staring at you, obsessing Grabbing for you, mind stressing Staring at you, obsessing Grabbing for you, mind stressing Stalk, scorned
[Dave Mustaine] [Solo - Mustaine] [Trumpet - Bob Findley]
Ripped and torn My temple of flesh i defile Carnal scorn Angels mourn as spiritual winds of malice blow Celestial light will shine on me no more
Break down all conventional forms and create chaos to reinvent order Rebel against all circles and dead ends fight your way with your mind set on the
a cause unbeknown to them commence the process of deterioration Christianity abhorred begin the decimation of reverence your life and spirit...scorned
White huge statues, towers on the bather's heads, thermal baths, moonlight. Jokes of torches make the bath a place of pleasure and aggregation. Floods
overcome this loss - save me Those who always hunt for infinity - save me Will be the ones on the cross A scornful laugh remains I can't forgive A scornful
Folding hands, knelling in prayer, call upon the lord Take the lives of unworthy ones, our God of revenge. Headhunter, he's twisting the words, speaker of lies Salvation, scorn
[words & music: Barthold] Singing that died away The nightingale silenced In this world, our decadence The sweetness turned sour Naked and bled