I Cannot Move I Cannot Speak Am I Some Kind Of Dead ...Or Dreaming A Customized Mindfuck I Am Being Sucked Inside A Vortex Of Unreality Dead
We all need error.com My heart, my cell phone, my computer error.com They're building dead cities Gotta get away from the digital rage Dead cities
stay unjustified Through these eyes I see the catastrophe lying in my wake Voices inside my mind shiver my spine I am not ashamed Look at me I'm a dead
you know I've been a dumpin' that red hot slag way down the road I've been a blastin' I've been firin' I've been a pourin' that red hot iron I've been
, dead souls of the underground When February thaws snow drops will be in bloom again Bloom again, bloom again, bloom again, bloom again Red blooms, red
climax, my first words were curse words red right, white left johnny rockwell, full scale male model red right, white left stinkin rich, everything including the kitchen sink red
A gathering at night A knock-knock on the door Dressed in a red cloak Her eyes gleaming with delight The moment she's been waiting for finally arrived
is my fate to get the sword and paint the mountains red the crescent of moon ploughs his breast cry, cry all spirits, the old one is dead drops of
And black tears on a red rock An island watch house bed A black man's lying dead An island watch house bed A black man's lying dead
I am here back from the dead to paint the world in blood red Watch out the hell in my eyes when I take the harvest with my scythe Bringing fire as I ride
WAS THEIR SEED AND THEIR HARVEST WAS STORM UNLEASHED POWERS DARKER THAN BLACK CLOACKED THE WORLD IN WINTER THE SKY TURNES BLACK AND THE SEA TURNED RED
alone, from here to oblivion Embraced by shadows, lead by the enchanter Enter our tomb to be, why wasnt we told? a preachers illusion, a dead man`s word
. Snake bite Breath too heavy to hold. Caught up in the wake of the red witch tryin' to swim it. Ran for the sake of dead click stripped of idealic image
mug piece; hallowed out the mandible Channel headquarters order the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss) We have high demands column to this pigeon ankle And boomeranging' our harvest
up Ya'll prayer circles met him up born again I ain't too good for tap water Play "Taps" out of order For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin You can lead
hate in me, so consuming The lives we swallow To the front line, mirror's engaged Scope's on me and leaves me hollow Harvest children, harvest children Harvest children, harvest children Harvest
Victoria Who, no three weeks ago Was flogged red to euphoria For her dour love of God And the ardor of his crows Cold cloisters kept the dead apart At
Then the man with the red sword attacked from behind Left the silver sword fighter defeated and blind Then carnage ensued that no man could condone As the bloody red
