Vārdi:
Soil Obsession

way you talk The way you breathe Obsessions, Obsessing Obsessing, Obsessions Sing a song, sing your little song Make it all make sense to me Obsessing, Obsessions

you say there is always something you won't know there's more to life than numbers a meaning more profound those who are going under will find new life - in the soil

Navajo chiefs, the way you making it rain But never for a stripper with emotional pain You wouldn't despite system nourishment for the brain Cause brain, seed, plus soil

to yourself You're too fat and too old to marry So, they left you on the shelf I've got no right to lay claim to her frame But you soiled my obsession

By dawn's early light I see no end to the Dark obsession I am swallowed by night's Infernal dream profession O' sea of fire, all hatred's desire Thy abhorrent

evolution some may believe we evolved from primates but others say that God created Adam and Eve there are some who believe we were created from the soil

velvet. I hear my words tremble as i call your name ever so gently in a black obsession. My blood shall flow throughout the land, Carving scripts into the soil

Martyrs of the cross, bear the flames of hate The madness in their eyes is blind to their obsession The judgments they bestow... in God's name Abolish

of silence; Satan reign Hear me, powers of the night; dwellers of the abyss Spread your magick, let the wolves howl again Obsessed by your black art