There are those who believe that hell does not exist In a place of world-wide shamelessness A dreadful trace of heartlessness Not just of the ones who
on fire, crucified Terrorizing man, burn the world Reflecting eyes, sickle swings, wave of blood Suicidal mind from the start Endless pain, open wounds
blackness Then I act this way the beast unleashed Rabbis, monks and priests always pray for peace But it's deceased now only lives the true realance Open up the mental deaths
carnage is complete I've seen the blackest decade Released by the burned of lust As i open the wound This hunger is craven Death of the innocent Designed
there; catch me if you can, catch me if you dare". At all th4ese moments, and all these daydreams, and all our breaths which dream idly into deaths, deaths: at all these deaths
ground Feel the grim pain, it is your fault Once maimed you fall force is so strong Got what you wish? Last chance for more Wounds all open to the heavens
Hello mirror So glad to see you my friend it's been a while Searching, fearless Where do I begin to heal this wound of self-denial? Face yourself man
Fell off the bike more than twice but it's time to ride again This time I've learned from my past falls Old wounds might reopen soon Burn them in
of the dead march unforgiving Red web is the haven for the living Open your eyes to a world that belies All the faces of death and destruction Deep in
the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground
to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called 'home'. For one year after his death
intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called 'home'. For one year after his death
Revisited)] Hello, Mirror - so glad to see you my friend, it's been a while Searching, Fearless - where do I begin to heal this wound of self-denial
glimpse of a falling star Illuminating the depths of our world And burning away the pestilence of mankind. Oh my god, send your rain! There will be no more death
glimpse of a falling star illuminating the depths of our world and burning away the pestilence of mankind. oh my god! send your rain! there will be no more death
has been Fell off the bike more than twice But it's time to ride again This time I learned from my past falls Old wounds may re-open soon Burn 'em in
the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new
