I took him some flowers Passed pillars and towers The statue defaced and unclean And though he might lie there I don't think that you care And your graffiti
[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey] Calcified infant is a breach birth debacle Natal necrolysis, destined for a formaldehyde-filled bottle Caesarean section
(Metro/Leoni/Leo Jaime) Voce faz promessas Que nenhum de nos quer acreditar Que papo estranho de tijolinho que Faltava em sua construcao Voce nao tem
I'm so confused Can't find the line Between what I use and abuse So unreal How I lie and try to deny The things that I feel I'll love you and hate you
I'm so confused Between what I use and abuse Can't find the line So unreal How I lie and try to deny The things that I feel I'll love you and hate you
I came home knocked out after work That's when my telephone goes berserk. How can I unwind or get some rest Receiving sick phone calls from a lonely
Watch the twilight Colour the sky In this monotony of chaos Insane limbo Sickening sights In this garden of dark delights Lunatic dreams become nightmare
Time is drifting away To form another day With our without me My faith to be Tomorrow I will not see "Be in the deepest of dreams or the darkest of deaths
My hallucinating killing need Your journey into pain Laugh at your attempt to kill me I cannot be unmade Eviscerated bitch How little I think you're worth
Fleshless I crawl Drifting alone By the realm of the living Eternal I have become I will never die I shall nourish the unborn Shadowed until the end
Ascending from the grave Awakened from my sleep To this world, from this earth Destined to forever seek From the fields of an age ever splended Down to
The tower of sense inside you Ruined by the hands of lies Your daylight is already dusk Feel the dead inside alive Feeding an invincible master With all
How this, my rightful palace Has been fouled With the dust Of countless innocent dead Ornated extinction Of a soon-to-be soul Stripped naked I run From
Spirit side dreaming Let your blood flow A last grasp At your dying faith I will eat your soul Your suffering is mine I'll be your source of pain Dead
The gate your portal to life Falter and grows weak Your sense of reality somewhat distorted Morbidity your sanity suffers In your escape from the truth
[Chorus:] The Obscene Army The crowd has gathered and we turn on the heat To put an end to this boring shit With boots spikes and leathers, with bowlerhats
Yeah, I've seen your second face What is your moral for today, is it still lies and trickery? I don't understand why This man has a thousand faces. How
I see you can you see I Paper thin made of neon Weekend come I gotta see you Take your time and consider Don't be down I'll make you better Got the back