it Hit em in the chest and keep it movin' Or go sit your silly ass down Don't give me no excuses that you turned your little life around You were born into violence
"An Ancient Inherited Shame" by Dark Angel Femininity, a sacred life My goals and dreams achieved, or soon they might Unintruded being, innocent
unholy crimson rains from the darkest depths of hell fall into this wretched dungeon where god's first angel fell the rats feeding on the corpses ignore
funerals names on the guest list Homemade weaponry natives are restless Pie eating contests yeah those were the days Drugstore crucifix parking lot kiss of death
be set Invoke the siren's song and sign the death warrant This is what has been wrought for 30 pieces of silver The tongues of men and angels bought
God, serve Him only When Satan left him there The angels came to him Temptation lost [Matthew 4:1-11] [MOVEMENT III: THE KEY] Evil scheming, wicked violence
middle in a seminal funereal Shed a tear 'cause he lost his son the same way a year ago It's the same ego spiritual, we thuggin' in harmony They say, "Death
roleplaying game Vampire: The Masquerade (personally, I like the Dark ages setting better). I was quite fascinated by the song Death Becomes All from the "Angelic
're lost you're desensitized with force Through violence that's televised in spite of the cross Through news and other media we see homicide So murder and death
to wash away my faults with violence I purify, with rusty nails I crucify the other one behind the broken mirror on the wall I take a step towards death
You cannot deny your natural desires Sell the soul away parade into oblivion Depravity transgress swallow the fear Filth decay pollute the conscience From violence
rot I hate you to a level of intoxication Don't feel alone, I've got enough I wish you slow death, slow death by grinding Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren
way pours over me We own the stars and night Angel of death has set us free Blue light of pure insight Planetary suicide From violence of red sun we
death! Sworn to Satan - Morbid minds close horrid pacts The Dagger Strikes - Blood is shed for the faceless one Possessed with Murder - Angels of death
to whom you serve Fanatics get what fanatics deserve Hating the world, idea that you eat You follow your icon who tasted defeat True angel of death your
son of evil, evil The sun shining in my dreams The light is getting hot Saved by eternity I have seen death so close Away, awhile the angels crossed
predicaments coloure D by the excesses of their ancestors. and close by them, some surreal painter's brooding over the very over-emphasis of colour-violence. violence