possession) there is no salvation (possession) eternal motherfuckin' damnation (possession) possession (16x) the hatred of hells fires for mankind burn inside me my lifeless dead black
Tonight, a black out A panic attack plan with no time to figure it out We?ve issued a code red already dead No open sign, no beak of light That said:
blade, my sword from the black meteor at the drakest hour of night. Take my gifts! Bethor - Demon of proud Jupiter, I kneel to thy black altar-stone.
into a white car with out-of-state plates" And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead" So they
trying to be the man One more day and it?s all slipping with the sand You touch my lips and grab the back of my hand The back of my hand Guess we both
and girls hate each other oh great devour of the dead i will know my demons names i will conquer them i will rise [rise] i will...fight why? coming...
black market mailer, the quick an the dead The spotlight dancer, the quick and the dead The quick and the dead, the quick and the dead We wake up without
my advance My eyes have her entranced With hands cold as death and skin white as bone Fangs are injected draining her blood the whore lies in pain With
peace that weakens the spirit A war that needs a world Grant me the power to rise from mortal Grant me the spells to raise the dead When all is lost
In the bed, Amongst the dead: Santa Rita, ora pro nobis I looked at you And touched the earth Hid under concrete and cruelty Credo quia impossibile est That the dead rise, rise, rise
in a twice-crossed america. every tour begins in the collapsed veins of an old map, with the bonedust of a plan, but ends in a slow roll with the skull
your faults Let the facade fall dead in the fog While the voices that are inside of your head applaud I'm like, everyone got a course to fly Run towards a rise
Though hell should bar the way" She twisted her hands behind her But all the knots held good She writhed her hands till her fingers Were wet with sweat
lies Stop being so humble Stop showing remorse Cut it off The hands that feed the blind Can you move? With those holy chains The grey horizon I paint it black
an' conquer Come out swingin' like Ozzfest concerts Time's up, I'm callin' you to rise up No more walkin' blind with your eyes shut Find the message hidden in these chapters Like Black
. Is it any wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force When so called radicals work hand in hand with the ruling elite? Yesterday
alone. The wind devides the empty shells below, Deep in the valley night begins to grow, The memory, the best of me, From out the shadows something takes my hand