I was cross wired underground Nothing seemed to fit I was fried and memory bound Then it came to me Devil digger Unforgiver I was on a different plane
He lies in wait For one mistake Morphing on your screen Those who dare Or the unaware Download him for a scream Don't access the sites Or beware his
I am love, I am hate, I'm an atheist with faith Went my anger with a smile, I'm polite or obscene Either whisper or I scream, I'm not quite what I seem
They are dying on the dance floor They are lying in debris They are fading with exhaustion From the mortal injuries They are hungry and need feeding
Your innocence all but fades When we peel the veneer away It's all an act which you stage With your two face barricades Rage consumes you every night
So many years that we were one So many things we've done The memories alive But most of me has died As I struggle with events I'm offered words of strength
I am your darkest hour I am your fall from power I am the voice you dread and I'm Screaming out inside your head I am the final count I am your demons
prophecy Ascending from hell forever despising Judas is rising Their faith is revealed deceivers are crying By crucified steel evangelizing Judas is rising Judas
Licensed to kill My 650 Bonneville "Hellfire" we yell Fueled and indestructible Get it down Take the crown Neon daze Renegades No fear just hate Drives
I always used to be afraid that I was gonna to lose my way I never used to walk in line but straight I never thought I'd see it through that I could keep
Solar winds are blowing Neutron star controlling All is lost, doomed and tossed At what cost, forever? Meteors fly around me Comets die and then they
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Standing by my window, breathing summer breeze Saw a figure floating, 'neath the willow tree Asked us if we were happy, we said we didn't know Took us
The night of reckoning The days of old His might is menacing Sword and shield made of gold Conquest and fire, the age of desire When man will be free
Written by GLENN TIPTON & CHRIS TSANGARIDES Unholy Satan begs He don't make no sense Striving down there to Recruit all of you Do not live in sin Or
Came in this morning high on a bird's wing Quite open minded but still quite aware Followed the sunrise right through from dawning Picking out landmarks
Old man's sitting there, his head bowed down Every now and then he'll take a look around And his eyes reflect the memory pain of years gone by He can'
Beware of their coming Take heed our time is near Fatality relinguish not Brutality in arms doth seek to destroy They smashed through the clouds into