dances until it falls Tiphareth! Your lordship is the sixth sword that triumphs teh jagged blade Strike it downward to a rusty point ...and burn the
it's my blatant disregard for life Most people are afraid to deny it But not me though I keep it old school like a mink coat Rusty blade, at least
were still wide Gazing through the fog to the other side They booked me on a whim and threw me deep in jail With no bail, sitting silent on a rusty
rusty razor blade, They scraped him off the target with a rusty razor blade, They scraped him off the target with a rusty razor blade, And he ain't gonna
's my name, what's my motherfuckin' name? Fight, I make a fight motherfuckin' buckwild Shootin' niggaz up like it's goin out of style So rusty [Incomprehensible] sharpen up your blades
the dead Towards the Aesir's realm The march in full battle dress With faces grim and pale Tattered banners and bloody flags Rusty spears and blades
Treated you like a rusty blade A throwaway from an open grave Cut you loose from a chain gang And let you go And on the day you said it's true Some love
I'm growing old and feeble and I can't work on more My rusty bladed hoe, I've laid to rest My mama and my papa they are sleeping side by side And their
get laid Submitting a stiff prick to go under the blade Put your dick in her hell hole and your ecstacy fades Fucking a cunt stuffed with razor blades
things everything use to be It used to just be so good It used to just be me and this girl, yeah right, right Sitting in my room with a razor blade
your windpipe tears Gaping and sore The rusty razors bore Skin hangs and seeps Peptic ulcers bleed Gaping and sore The rusty razors bore Skin hangs
priest, we are walking sin. Cold Hate... Murder without reason, dispense with moral rules. Break the chain that bind you, spill the blood of truth. Rusty
I scrape my name off the seven skins of excess I hang my pickled brain on the rusty nail of Success I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes... I scratch
poke and you prod daily With that off setting harsh tone And you thought that you had me Underground with no doubt Now the dirt lays on you heavy Rusty blade
While the seventh king of dawn is veiled by the shrouds of shadows, And the crown of the saint is turned into rusty blades of the beast Rise, my children
sure you are the first one who will fall I laugh on your grave instead of praising hymns Your life belongs to me as well as your soul By the rusty blade
Skin Your scars Surface is Rusty blades [Chorus:] Self immolation crying out Self immolation crying out Self immolation crying out Self immolation
to mexico. Take up with some crazy spanish lady. Listen to the old wind blow. She got earrings, And she dances. I'm an old rusty razor blade I'll take