Standing on the balcony, trembling like a friggin' leaf Its freezin' cold I must be mad its 4AM and gettin' really f*ckin' bad There's an end to everything
I can not breath I'm going down All I can feel is I don't wanna be around My head just squeals I can not cope With all this hurt might as well swing from
Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene. Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed. Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins. Preparations
Now that the wind called my name And my star had faded now hardly a glimpse up in the empty space And the wise one-eyed great father in the sky stilled
Ink the pen with blood Now sign your destiny to me Now in my hands your fate is given My claim thee to join me In death when the life you're living Near
Beyond the mountains where the wind cries out its pain Deserted valleys where the darkness always reigned Where the sunlight never ever touched the poisoned
(sagas from the antediluvian scrolls) Black winds whispering 'cross the fens, In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined Enraptured by
[instrumental] [The snow covered plains...] [Early dawn...] ["As the village greets a new day, the old Crow cries atop the pine.] [Spiritually bounded
Hear me say it's ok there just is no other way I believe and strongly feel some things just aren't meant to be All the time in our lives something somewhere
I stumbled on and almost fell across your moosehead-slippers The other day sometime ago on the radio They played that song again it still sounds the same
Ten million barrels at sea. Atmospheric temperature increases. Fourhundredthousand acres a day. Post-generation to pay. Chimneys spew death day and night
I have drunk my head all weary I've been wild in search for fun A lot of dates and names and places Great deal of women I have known But as I sit here
Industrialised abortions The organs lined up on the shelves Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace With your pitful fucking selves So full of
Twinkle bright Aldebaran, the star of solitude Somewhere there is a lake of fire, pity all the fools Sorry are the desolate, the unfree and obedient For
The lies of Christ will lose the ways of hell I chose I drink the floating blood defy the fury of God I have turned my back on Christ to hell I have
Youngsters prostitute themselves It's all part of the game Wwalking up amd down the pavements That bears both stars and names Automatic fire Sacred amendment
Down the vast hills in morning mist cold Into the peaceful deep valley below Twothousand stallions foaming with hate Carrying their masters towards their
Waxed up, shining fat and clean Double big shot pipes from hell Air cleaner cover gleam A vibe you can not buy or sell The sparks ignite the oxygen and