I lay here in this sand of time Grain crackles among my teeth Face down-sucked by the ground But this soil owns nothing that I have to stand up for I
The black curtain blinds our sun again Man of nature - nature of man Playing god again Over and over again... Mother! The black canvas is falling down
Through infinite dreams of chaos On the day when silence died There's a place that we rule - we, the blind Where our soul of hate can rest And where
What did you think You god, you bastard When you opened this scars on me? Why did you make My skull with 5 black holes To suck what you create and live
Unborn into a dying world of waters Unable to inhale this corrosive disease Rising and tearing this world apart Corrosive disease Lifeless and soulless
Until now I stand here as a middlepoint of a maelstorm Round and round Deep inside in my mind I've inhaled with my burning serpent vacuum The frozen
This sea of tears And the oceans we've bled Divide Our continents of fear and blind In the shade of a new sun Creating an other world of lies Cry mankind
Humantity's losing Under the gun of a hation Imploring Machine infected system Controlling In the casket carden Bonewhite, bloodred In the casket garden
Lieproducing, crime-saluting Humiliating, segregating Life-eating, gun-feeding Hypocrisy, society Warscene overcrowded Loss of civil liberties Life
In the casket garden Bonewhite, bloodred In the casket garden Dealing with the dead In the casket garden Spiders in the web In the casket garden Just
he won't say that any more Because the way his body is severed too His vocal chords are gonna be hard to use Beheaded, watch you spurt like a garden
right by your side While we trying to make sense of this Heavenly father, help us see through these problems And put those that left, accept them into your garden
wont say that anymore Because the way his body's severed in two His vocal chords are gonna be hard to use [CHORUS] Beheaded Watch you spurt like a garden
environed in a little colored pew Out front a colored couple sat in sorrow nearly wild On the altar was a casket and in the casket was a child I could
Fighter champion Out in Japan, I was ready to smash one It's real, son, I hold down my squadron Ghostface and Life scared Madison Square Garden Is the
