Lyrics:
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
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They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
immersing to sleep
But then back to senses our hero was brought
By the sound of a broken door with danger fraught
"Stay here", - he told Irene
Then took
Perhaps it was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought
She wandered to a room that before she'd never been
And all at once the interest of her senses
Perhaps it was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought
She wandered to a room that before she'd never been
And all at once the interest of her senses
of the Imperium assembled before the towering cyclopean walls of ancient Gul-Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by the massed arrival
to fit into the sound wave wire
If I told you this was easy that would make me a liar
But I do it anyway and I'll go til I retire
The finicky, lyric he
makes sense cuz they're fucking serial killers
I've Been Into A Carnage but a Survivor like I'd be a driver to run them
The fuck over unless I'm
it's finally be a carnage
They're begging for their life, but their reputations tarnished
Eyes stained red, Crimson
Coat painted red, British
They want
erased
The time is now, no more frontlines
Now, for all mankind
The time is now, a martyrdom
Now, the red horse is done
Carnage, bloodbath
This is a total
defy lens
That says you need to be kind
Kill 'em with rhyme sense
Start by sayin' rehearse, learn to spit, or get murked, burned
Ya' worst turn, comes
Stalking the herd with a rapid sense of purpose
The desperate hunter smells the fear in the fleeting cattle
Driven by survival, and the sound by
place
Desecrating your sense of dignity, but of course in the end, it's all a
Matter of distaste
Your values mollified, severed by clean, precise
Frag grenade across the building
Blood all over fifty carpets
Everybody's hands are slipping
Blood red plates and sounds of trumpets
Only twenty
to stir the embers
Sunrise came and found you sated
The fugue of carnage slipping away
Shattered senses slow to reconcile
The blood black wreckage
Choking
is not fun at all
My heart is damage
My body is recieving a carnage
Just like my soul
Now is dark looking like coal
My whole
Life on a bad break
I’m
are flying high overhead
A creeping barrage into no man's land
The signal sounds for the next attack
Over the top there is no turning back
Dark, wet,
the violence with the violins and the violins in the studio, arranging the funeral of all the
Commoners who be judging my common sense in the comments section,
keep the city safe and I've got no plans on stopping
Ain't no amateur and my sound is spectacular
I'm dated like a calendar and swinging the Excalibur
And as they chomp on more and more kids
You get used to the screaming sounds
So whether you wanna see nature's food chain
Get ripped apart at the seams
Or just
of Time and Space can hold me down, down
We all Share our Crowns with the Family we have Found
Surrounded by the Sound, Surrounded by the Sound
Surrounded
They came in the building like a storm
Called themselves revolutionaries
But their cause is rotten to the core
Common sense has gone and went
'Cause
the shadows
This ain't a game
We're coming by stealth
You know I got wealth
Brain carnage self
THERE'S no return
Speeding neck and neck with my own
the sickest of sound waves
The light skinned Ving Rhames, all you chumps is small change
I shine like the sun you could never eclipse
Get caught up in my orbit
sight
Astral planes, the unknown sense
Lives on past human life
No man can sense of whole
The missing sense his soul
He's governed by
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