Kill them, for they must die Mongers of the greatest lie Burn them, for sins they scar (The) Followers not leaders in war Left to rot is their faith
Acid spilling all around Flesh decaying falling down (Your) criminal friends have left you now Death greets you with gory hands Into the acid Into the
Acid spilling all around Flesh decaying falling down Your criminal friends have left you now Death greets you with gory hands Into the acid Into the
Die, die Running through the night, your screams are my delight Torture is my game, fucking you insane Warped is my brain, people I do maim Breaking
Gather 'round all to see, reborn misery Doctors stand in my way, my path to death Ready to die, take your last breath Rotting corpse, cancer fucking cancer
He stalks the night for his prey He'll maim and kill while you pray Legacy of his tragedy Born to kill for his mother's sins Twisted mind living to kill
I am waiting in this cell Thinking of killings I was supposed to have done See them build that wooden frame As I wait to die Morbid thoughts hang around
I am possessed by death, perverted to unbelief Showing no remorse, killing all those pigs Slicing to your throat, hacking at your face Ungodly thoughts
Hooks cutting through your flesh No comparison of pleasure and pain Black box it's a gory treat Mutilation from hell To the gory end As they make you
Branded with a reward on his head Ash flees through the night Scattering words of unholy sin Down trodden in mankind Punished through humiliation Against
The Madness festers... more potent than ever before Ancestors... those I once adored Bear witness to their sons! The blasphemies I beheld...the soil
Everything, everything gives you cancer Everything, everything gives you cancer There's no cure, there's no answer Everything gives you cancer Don't
Smile - It s impossible I-I feel disposable You laugh (ha,ha,ha) - and it fucks me up Fag? - has he woken you up? Words - lots of words Mindless - I ain
My book of Mormon wrapped in Turin And it seems inferior and jittery You preach elastic to your jagged flock In an eerie passion for self flattery I'
It's more than understanding to realize just what it means Interpretations, different meanings can be drawn out of anything It all makes sense now, I
I'm analog two inch tape Vintage warm with a potent Hiss venomous memories Always ready to strike like this At your heels Don't you feel Like a trip
Another schoolyard shooting, and again they blame the films, no sooner is he put away, than his shoes are filled, and the lawmakers say they won't
i do expect you might have heard through state research,an old jailbird about the guys, the gun fury riot forces a warning sounds, they're dressed