we are living in a world of hate and fear is this really our destiny? is there nothing we can do to prevent the ultimate end of time in every human
Bullshit lies they make to us Take money for their gain Never give a damn about this life Living in a world just to die, no No one cares about any shit
Lyrics and music: Pascal Obispo T?as deja fait le tour ce c?qui t?a fait souffrir Pour le meilleur souvent recolte que le pire Quand tu n?as plus la
They manipulate and they mold The rules they should uphold His ignorance of the law Is the victim's only flaw His rights in violation Through sharp intimidation
[Lyrics: Haarlov] "Fuck the world" is what he said And the bullet went straight through his head A life forsaken sufficiency Frustration, tensions warranty
[Lyrics: Fagerlind/Haarlov] A lonely shape in a phantom court Where wraith lights dance from dead braziers Tortured to illuminate this immense abandon
[Lyrics: Meier/Haarlov] Syringe injected into tender skin Throat is flooded as the needle sets in Tied down, brittle screams are choked Vocal chord in
[Lyrics: Meier] Thriving on fear that I instil Restless excursion, in for the kill Smashing a face, violent outburst Inflicting pain, compulsive urge
[Lyrics: Fagerlind] A sorcerous existence aloft times innuendo Erect on pinnacled powers crescendo Endowed with longing for immemorial allure A nigh-
[Lyrics: Fagerlind/Haarlov] Morbid machinery, sustained monstrosity Genetic abomination in hideous atrocity Wrinkled body torn from formaldehyde Placed
[Lyrics: Fagerlind] I remember sitting in the train. Though it seems ages ago, I figure that no more than a couple of weeks have elapsed since then.
[Lyrics: Haarlov/Fagerlind] As my face reflects Behind enemy lines Yet separated by Barbwire and mines Knee deep in freezing mud Best "pals" breath
Succumb to substantial decisions Subtle incisions done with precision Under the knife dormant you lie With a glaring spot in your hazy eyes Hoses
Rotted carcass fast descending A hollow shell stabbed through the core Winds of hatred sweeps the room As another victim hits the floor Blood has
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Bleak roll the cosmic sea From dismal shores of a barren world Grim foreboding translates From far-flung nameless nebulas The sun shall set forever
Suction needle inserted through the eye Insidiously penetrating the frontal loap Lids react with spasmodic tension Matter extracted by tenacious mechanics
Blissfully awaken from tarnished soil Resurrected, infected degenerate toil No longer restrained by corporeal chains Soul charged, but cold, numb and