Thickening mass of reality Curve the existence descends to zero Crowd loosing its colors Tightening nature points at the middle Weighing of central point
(Instrumental)
i in the abyss on the ruins of my dreams my burnt world god treads on the cinders envy and revenge two sisters i am their brother is it my fault that
Blinding void veils colours. All features melt into one vision. All-absorbing and all-swallowing time The singing of the black hole is calling. The shrill
Bastard lizard, lick my wounds! Lucid dream our world turns to chaos. Demonic shadows floating in blood waiting for me to fall asleep. Inside my head
No, catharsis through scream Too many ways, too many truths The myth of the reward and the punishment Still feeds our fear No to all of the masks of
in the beginning there was chaos in which the germ of the beginning and the rights they emerged from the tangled elements not brightness, not human
Expansion of the ever increasing universe Thins down imperfect pictures And certainty of the tangible existence Trickles between fingers Entering the
Forward on, just go on Direction less, rush for close by Before species specific-motion No change for equilibrium, stop Fetid, persistent stench of the
the body of god who died and rose from the dead the eye of the body which will never be killed first trinity above the earth taking care and the god
Absorbing, feeling and desiring You fade away spewing their words up. Rise to fall, lie to last. Look! Nothing is opening it's armsa?¦ Tangle of urges
Servants of death, enchanter of pain From the land of no return, you'll kill again Smear the blood on naked corpse Manson Lunatic of God's creation No
Pathetic is the species being it's own negation Big words locked in the holy books Flame in the eyes fixed on heaven And the stench of decaying bodies
World of shadows too blind to cry Worms crowded together to weak and want Running from reflection to reflection We measure the world with measure of our
Decapitated soul of life... My minds bleeds from your knife... What I see cannot be real... In labyrinths that I feel... Some thing's going wrong with
Guillotine Blade comes down Severed head Hits the ground Blood sprays From the veins Cracked head Splattered brains
I'm standing here alone As they are waiting for my time Soon I'll be taken down And it will end to meet my destiny Blood is flowing, mutilation in final
name was Jane, she lived alone She had to go out, out to the phone She had to cross the moor that night She was all alone, and out of site She was decapitated