Lyrics:
the morbid thought, put my feet underground
A crushing chest from the fog of time, put my mind on ground
Sink this house and get out now, the winds come
morbid game
Just when I thought it was over, here we go
Galaxies welcome me inside
I'm insane
Oh the horror, oh the panic
Paranoid and deranged, I
complaints, that is not my department
No such thing as a nice vulture
Lyrically a blowtorch to your ice sculpture
I'm more morbid than a mortician
Plus
The skies are black with lead filled rain
A morbid painting on display
This is the night the young love died
Buried at each others side
You never took us
you will not see Mad sulking
Not the bad culprit, not corporate, I'm mad morbid
An orphan that won't forfeit, a fortifying rap orchid
Not in
it sounds morbid but my Scorpio is rising
And there's final destinations all around me multiplying
I'm vying finding the Mayans to ask about my
that's past
The memories must last
The rattling of a cage
The morbid outrage
Forgive
Don't forget
Forgive
Don't forget
Capacity to forgive
""The church preaches disgrace to it's believers illusions morbid hopes miserables abort miserables Mankind eats shit of their fake gods continous
call
The thought's that soaring
will inevitable fall
An act of splendor
will come out sordid
This dismal ender
is always morbid
Fatal wounds
Broken
you could never deny! You'll fucking reap what you've sown. Morbid visions of a world you cannot understand and yet you still want a taste. Suffering.
The Last Eagle
Prometheus awakes again
A raven's scream sounds like a ban
The chaos has begun
Blue dust is growing like a wall
The morbid air will
Talk to the four keys
Lock yourself in
Confused isolation heroics
Chilled concern fragments
Morbid kaleidoscope draws you in
Stigmata of satan pulls you
aches
Cleopatra flanked by snakes
You’re morbid, I love you
I fear you and you scare me to death
How it makes you glow like a star
Brings you to your
MORBID ABAKUS
Blindfolded when I swing blades cursed version of Cronus my theses
Find god in geometry like Archimedes
Trace my vanishing point
morbid desire I'm seeing something thats not there
Walkin on air
Whats it gonna do to take it
Whats it gonna take to make you do it right
Walkin on air
I
Motorpsycho happiness is a mas morbid and truly bloody This corridor to hell is his kingdom of delight He is a motorpsycho of wire and steel a motorpsycho
Conjuring visions of distress
It's an experiment
Only a test
Yes it's morbid but
I want to know
Do I still love you
I want to know
What would
And suddenly a dreary gutterfly
Becomes a morbid butterfly
That lives for just one night
Come with me
I'm loosing my morbid mind
I live like I died
Pray for them who have given their
Immortal souls unto satan
For each is damned to relive that
Wretched
Once again the taste of death is on my lips
Images of horror reflecting in my eyes
Morbid lust arise, as I watch them die
I succumb to sadistic
Jeopardize the fate of human kind
Morbid views and indescretions
Unify the cause and redesign
Techniques to reserve the damage
Subsidize our nature
Realign
The blade of my brain is ready to believe...
There's the need of something else...
I'll try to break the silly things,
(the) morbid brain of a saint
living for
Always in Hunt for more
She's the Morbid Holy Whore
...Our way to god...
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