Destruction - Creations of the underworld
Tekst :
They hate my assCause 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
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?...
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
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...
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...
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...
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...