Destruction - Creations of the underworld

Tekst :

They hate my ass
Cause I try to oppose
I m hooked and ready to die
Sacrifice - I m in pain

I use my fists
To smash their might
A brutal way of progression
Destruction is my mental release

Chorus:
Creations of the underworld
Sonic mayhem of damnation
Creations of the underworld
Tortured minds - sacrifice

The battlefield of grief
Brings up my anger
My brain is a dark cave
Full of evil breeding thoughts!

Repeat chorus

Die! I m the punk of the abandoned
Die! I m hooked and ready to kill
Die! I bring you a hell of a mess
Die! An eye for an eye

Die! Under siege of madness
Die! I bring you a hell of a mess
Die! Discipline is my weapon
Die! Sentence of death

Repeat chorus

Creations of the underworld
Creations of the underworld

Inne utwory

  • Twist of fate
  • The ravenous beast
  • No need to justify
  • All hell breaks loose
  • Black death
  • Frustrated
  • Incriminated
  • Thrash til death
  • No mans land
  • Total desaster
  • Strangulated pride
  • Machinery of lies
  • Survive to die
  • Invincible force
  • Soul collector
  • Cracked brain
  • Nailed to the cross
  • Death trap
  • Losowe utwory

    Siren

    Why do you decide to run these circles bruised Around my thighs?
    Sleepless nights the bleeding clots
    Why your eyes en capture my thoughts?
    Staring at, smirking at my ways
    Lying down I whisper you can stay
    Why can t everything just go my way?...

    Suffocate

    I could take every fucking word she says
    Throw it in her face
    but would she even care
    I still remember when she looked at me
    that frown upon her face
    Trying to be sincere
    I gathered all those little things she said

    Tattoo

    Suddenly you can live without me your no longer Calling me up.
    Hours pass by without you,
    I can t stop myself from throwing up
    I m woken up worrying will you come back
    I can t sleep in past eight.
    Then when night comes...

    The killing of Georgie

    In these days of changing ways
    so called liberated days
    a story comes to mind of a friend of mine
    Georgie boy was gay I guess
    nothin more or nothin less
    the kindest guy I ever knew

    His mother s tears fell in vain
    the afternoon George...

    Revolution

    Where did it go?
    Can t say that I know
    Those times of revolution
    Of burnin , burnin , burnin
    All so cool and gone
    What was, just was

    We tried, my brother
    To hold on to our fate
    Or...