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So quick to judge, so easily we forget
what its like to be dissected
where feelings are tossed aside
like a drug it feeds the imagination of minds
that go unanalyzed
followers to the leaders of mass hypnotic corruption
that live their lives only to criticize
where is the invisible line that we must draw to create
individual thought patterns
prisoners of mental deception be free
within singular jusgement
twisting words to control the masses
to cover up ones self-insecurities
like a drug it feeds the imagniation of minds
that go unanalyzed
follwers to the leaders of mass hypnotic corruption
that live their lives only to criticize.
To the world around he was the perfect person
Planning for an alibi he then starts rehearsing
A human bomb just waiting to explode
This secret rage can't be controlled
Slaughtered the dreams of others
On left to recover
Self-inflicted wounds
Life he has comsumed
Planning a killing spree
Victim of a conspiracy?
Getting bored with his current life
Rearranging with a knife
Greed before despair suspicion starts to grow
His life was spared for this he does not know
Screams filled the air there was no way to help
The ones he mourns he killed himself
Slaughtered the dreams of others
On left to recover
Self-inflicted wounds
Life he has comsumed
Every day blows by in a world of corrupt addiction
With life comes pain withdrawals and deformation
Breaking the mould human appearance
Contorting bodies with chamical interference
The guilty one, innocent she now cries
A life of hell, better off to die
Born without eyes, hands, and a half a brain
Being born addicted to cocaine
Living monstrosity
A freak for life they'll always be
Never knowing love or hate
Only pain the drug creates
Some say she's naive, she's a stupid bitch
Some say to forgive, guilty she should die
The beginning of the end begins at birth
Breeding masses of twisted screaming flesh
An example we should make out of theses creators of misfortune
A serious crime that should not be forgiven
The guilty one, innocent she now cries
A life of hell, better off to die
Born without eyes, hands, and a half a brain
Being born addicted to cocaine
Approach the image filled with fear
As the image grows so clear
Future now takes full control
The one whose past you now behold
Touch - the flesh it is so cold
Turn away - you now have been told
Never to return, memories will last
In the future, you'll think about the past
Never to forget, what you have seen
People come to pay respect
Taking pictures of the dead
That is what life comes to be
Once they lived, now they're deceased
Death is oh so strange
The past no one can change
What you can't predict
Is how long you'll exist
Open casket - open casket
Life will never be the same
Death can never be explained
It's their time to go beyond
Empty feeling when they're gone
Never to return, memories will last
In the future, you'll think about the past
Never to forget, what you have seen
What can not be real you now believe
Wherever we go, whatever we do
Your shadow is not far behind our steps
And our breath
Protecting and watching all...
Observing spirits on the wall
What are they telling you?
Following all instincts that are pure
Oblivious to time that may be the cure
Sacred is the gift that they
have without knowing
Serenity is knowing it's safe
from destruction of time
Maybe we could take a step back
And discover what leads us to attack
Time that is short - distance unknown
For them, each day life has just begun
Observing spirits on the wall
What are they telling you?
Following all instincts that are pure
Oblivious to time that may be the cure
What pain will it take
to satisfy your sick appetite
go in for the kill
always in sight-prey
the time always right-feast
feed on the pain-taste
sorrow made flesh-sweet
live how you want
just don't feed on me
if you doubt what i say
i will make you believe
shallow are words from those who starve
for a dream not their own to slash and scar
Big words, small mind
behind the pain you will find
a scavenger of human sorrow
scavenger
abstract theory the weapon of choice
used by scavenger of human sorrow
scavenger
So you have traveled far across the sea
to spread yor written brand of misery
Decapitated head licking your cunt
Sucking all the blood from your stump
Intestinal guts taking their hold
Leaving you dead, stiff and cold
Controlling the minds of the bloodthirsty dead
Unholy seizure slicing through your head
Who will survive only time will tell
Dripping from your mouth comes a rancid smell
Lobotomised corpse shredding your flesh
Leaving your body a bloody mess
Scream bloody gore
Inject the reborn terror, the blood comes spurting out
Another to control, add it to your count
Orders to destroy, rip and tear apart
Wishing for the end, your death is just the start
Armies of the dead
Hail their leader's head
Hungry for the flesh
While it's warm and fresh
Through the smoke who will see
Who will come out alive?
Now it's your turn to feel the pain
Now it's your turn to die
Born into darkness
Where sounds portay the images that are out
Out of reach from my sight
Which has been denied
Hands change into my eyes
Body senses intensified
Sight so close yet far away
In dreams my thoughts take their form
To give memories identify
Through dreams I obtain
The ability to connect sight with sound
Close your eyes and imagine to be without
What we take for granted every time we open eyes
A permanent shadow to never step away
Feel the dark in the cold
Feel the warmth of the light
Which has been denied
Hands change into my eyes
Body senses intensified
Sight so close yet far away
In dreams my thoughts take their form
To give memories identify
Through dreams I obtain
The ability to connect sight with sound
Always locking the doors to your mind
Escaping the reality that surrounds you
Using faithas an excuse to kill
A sick way of life is now revealed
All the prayers in the world can't help you now
A killer, a taker of life is what you are
Preach the good word
Speak no more prepare to burn
A justified torture?
From this may others learn
The life you took a holy death, a grave mistake
No changing your mind, your life you should pay
Practice what you preach
Your loved one is now deceased
Knowledge is at our hands
Never to understand
Spiritual Healing
Blinded by the twisted ways you live
Kill for religion, will the lord forgive?
Idiocy has stricken your mind
A real life hell you will find
