The past is a grotesque animal And in its eyes you see How completely wrong you can be How completely wrong you can be The sun is out, it melts the snow
We don't see them but they see us We're always being watched By dark figures of stones We cannot move, we cannot hide We're eaten through our eyes Gaze
There's nothing more gorgeous or grotesque than the sight of the garbage dumped on the sides of the railroad tracks In the morning, on my way to work,
[musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1993] Cerebral cortex slashed, Frontal lobes abrased, Cerebellum gouged, Your hypophysis avulsed... Medulla severed
Inner deformity, such a foul deceptive rot. Conceiving the grotesque. Nothing is but what is not. Screeds of verbiage, never explained. Gazing at the
Die Zeit treibt davon Wie Wüstensand, im Wüstensturm. SandkA¶rner auf der Haut Wie Nadeln - nichts hA¤lt sie auf! Die NA¤chte, so kalt Und
The gods made me it's said Forged from the tears they shed The last chapter of a prophecy, I am a global catastrophie Sent from a divine origin to cleanse
Within my body I can feel the heat Fire shoots from my hands and feet Out of nowhere I combust in a flash My fevered flesh burns with a blazing rash From
In a government bio lab, a gruesome experiment A new warefare tool, a larvae implement Nuclear grown Super Larvae created to kill Toxic maggots implanted
I have an addiction - I can't stop killing Ending peoples lives is so fulfilling A burning urge to murder makes me mad Mutilating and defiling every victim
Under the wings of synthetic nightmares Ravens uncloaked madness upon crimsoned shores A malicious seduction entangles the womb-withdrawned As he divulged
I Am Lost, Far From The Cross You Stand Before, Filled With Lust, We Are All Filled With Lust, We Want This Whore, Impale Your Flesh, Draped In Darkness
Ugly and deformed, breeding into the womb, Monstrosity, shapeless mash of limbs Severe malformations disfigured the child Embryonic displasia defaced
Since I've been seeing you, there's a lot more things that I should do. Since I've known your name, I've been so lazy that I should be ashamed, and you
The past is a grotesque animal And in its eyes you see How completely wrong you can be How completely wrong you can be The sun is out; it melts the snow
[previously unreleased] Inner deformity, such a foul deceptive rot. Conceiving the grotesque. Nothing is but what is not. Screeds of verbiage, never
