Ego vos benedicto in nomine magni dei nostri satanas.. Diabolos vobiscum.. Et cum spiritu tou..
Awakened from their slumber, inside darkened minds. Are the deadly tendencies of a morbid kind. No pity or emotion, the inner beasts within. Horror of reality, its the awakening.
Digression to an unknown fear, mortified, Souls embraced in a darkened grasp, path to hell, Infiltrate the weakened mind, succumb to death, Waste away, convulse in pain, dissolve within....
Will the love of God shed it`s grace. Upon the evil side of man. Symbolic throne begins to tarnish. Poisoned with impurity. Clouds of darkness start to thicken.
Your prayers,. I don't feel them in my heart. It is not hate. That I stare coldly at the son of god. I can not force the blood of Christ. To flow through me.
Feast on the flesh of innocents killed. A sacrifice to our Lord. A sign from below to slaughter and kill. All in the name of hell. A cycle of fury that starts in Hell.
I'm wiping the slate spotless. I vow this is your final chance. Almost all but little faith has been thrown out the window. I promise to sustain my stance.
I thought I knew what provocation was. I've eaten from the insane root that imprisons reason. It's in my stomach like fire. It's in my stomach like cancer.
{We did as we were told. They've just heard you offer the apology. For all the months that's above our times. Is that correct?. Ha ha ha}.
Our diamond shined so bright. I watched it go. Farther than he ever dreamed. I can't take it. . No matter how I try. I can't stop asking why. 'Cause something's broken.
We all see black and white. When it comes to someone else's fight. No one ever gets involved. Apathy can never solve. . Forced out-brave and mighty. Stolen land-they can't fight it.
There's nothing I hate more, than all these plastic people. With all their plastic promises, and all there plastic deals. They just can't be themselves, and live their own lives out.
I'm standing on a ledge cold and naked. Will someone come and offer me their help. Sometimes I forget my medication. Sometimes I forget to pray. I'll make it through this fuckin' day.
They're gonna put me in jail?. Man, I'm already in jail. Don't they know that my life. Is just one big cell. I'll bite the hand that feeds me. And I could give a damn if that hand needs me.
Yeah. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no shit. And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like I stole your socks.
Now we're Anthrax and we take no shit. And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like I stole your.
1991, always on the run. Seven years ago we wrote this one. Like ernest and julio, before it's time. Sever years later and it's holding up fine. Stupid motherf*ckers like to slug us and dis.
Now we're Anthrax and we take no shit. And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like I stole your.
Lines form on my face and hands. Lines form from the ups and downs. I'm in the middle without any plans. I'm a boy and I'm a man. . I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want.