Gaze into my dying eyes. The light is killing me. . Sick. White. Unholy. Death. . Stab my sorry lungs to hell. Let them suck m y blood. . Feel the stench of blasphemy.
Prey for the blood red sun. Prey on the life itself. . Prey for the blood red sun. Prey on the life itself.
Despite all the pain. I have a strong belief. darkness and rain. won't bring me down. . [Pre-chorus]. . Through fire and water I run. borrowed time Under the Dying Sun.
Visions behind walls. Hide sordid truths. Unjust suffering. Upper hand blinds you. . Blind eyes never see. Sheltering, forever unjust compromise. Blind eyes never see.
Said the moon to the silvery trees. I will always be with you. But the worlds kept turning anyway. And if the moon believed what he did say. His words were proved untrue.
A million times, a million miles. Traveled in my time. There's all I've done and all I've had. Ignored the written signs. The price of time, the death of things.
You watch in terror, in fear of your life. Their execration revealed, only your death will suffice. You cannot conceal, this reality from your mind. As unknown powers, are unleashed upon mankind.
Chaos uprising. Unleashing hell. Human waste. The will of the few. Will dominate the many. Human flesh. Scattered remains. . From the sky above. A lethal force of mass destruction.
I'm wanting waiting. Needing aching holding breathing. Watching stealing. Thirsting Gazing I've always been there at a distance. Waiting for the day you would notice me.
It's just cruel. It's just mean. I should've let this stay unseen. . I don't believe that something's wrong. I don't believe that something's wrong. .
Understanding of love. When the mountain seems like a hill. And the ocean seems weak. For the eyes. There's a force. That's-like-fire turns the won't into will or dies.
Growing up I've seen a lot of shit in my time. I've seen hunger, hunger, pleasure, pain, violence and crime. I have learned from the mistakes of my friends that have died.
As I bake in this rancid oven that we call earth,. hard to breathe through filth and muck that rides our air.. All I taste, the bile phlegm collects within..
Ura Fucking Loser:. as i bake in this rancid oven that we call earth. hard to breath. thru filth and muck that rides our air. all i taste. the bile phlegm collects within.
Normalcy in threat evermore. Taken apart within the mental core. By ones who walk the wounded land. Uncanny destiny so damned. . Mortal eccentricity. Overrule the weird in alacrity.