Stranded in time, lost.
Shunned from the light.
Reborn in hate and washed in pain.
Drown in the fear of rejection.
Why do I cry for the agony of others.
While I reside in my own hell?
Colours fade and faces blur.
As the people in the crowd are stamping to.
The march of the worm.
Kiss me once, kiss me twice.
Kiss my c*** and suck my c** like wine.
The nipples on your b******.
Nourish dead embryo's.
I'm crawling on the floor.
Colours fade and faces blur.
As the people in the crowd are stamping to.
The march of the worm.
Jesus is beckoning me from the barrel of a gun.
The Nazarene Son blows a hole in my head.
Like the sun.
Smear the blood of the goat on my sheet.
And let me roll and wallow in the ecstasy.
Of dreaming... faeces.
I'm crawling but I can't seem to find the light that guides me.
Only shores of sin.
Wash away my pain and cleanse my soul.
Let the caffeine wake me, let the alcohol numb the pain.
Let the XTC take my mind, let the prostitutes rape me.
The pus in my mouth is waiting to slide down your throat.
Come lay down next to me in the blood.
Of the goat.
Can you see the light from the cracks in the wall are blinding me?
I think I'm devoted to the past in disgust.
When mourning comes we march.
And her eggs will hatch.
As the worm now turns.
Scattered around and churned.
Dewdrops roll off the sunstruck leaves.
While bees scatter around in turmoil.
To reclaim the hive where the queen now dies.
I hope she cries with every whisper of her memories.
I hope she will feel the life flow from the wound.
With many who desired her.
Only then, she can embrace the one.
She has always loved...
Shunned from the light.
Reborn in hate and washed in pain.
Drown in the fear of rejection.
Why do I cry for the agony of others.
While I reside in my own hell?
Colours fade and faces blur.
As the people in the crowd are stamping to.
The march of the worm.
Kiss me once, kiss me twice.
Kiss my c*** and suck my c** like wine.
The nipples on your b******.
Nourish dead embryo's.
I'm crawling on the floor.
Colours fade and faces blur.
As the people in the crowd are stamping to.
The march of the worm.
Jesus is beckoning me from the barrel of a gun.
The Nazarene Son blows a hole in my head.
Like the sun.
Smear the blood of the goat on my sheet.
And let me roll and wallow in the ecstasy.
Of dreaming... faeces.
I'm crawling but I can't seem to find the light that guides me.
Only shores of sin.
Wash away my pain and cleanse my soul.
Let the caffeine wake me, let the alcohol numb the pain.
Let the XTC take my mind, let the prostitutes rape me.
The pus in my mouth is waiting to slide down your throat.
Come lay down next to me in the blood.
Of the goat.
Can you see the light from the cracks in the wall are blinding me?
I think I'm devoted to the past in disgust.
When mourning comes we march.
And her eggs will hatch.
As the worm now turns.
Scattered around and churned.
Dewdrops roll off the sunstruck leaves.
While bees scatter around in turmoil.
To reclaim the hive where the queen now dies.
I hope she cries with every whisper of her memories.
I hope she will feel the life flow from the wound.
With many who desired her.
Only then, she can embrace the one.
She has always loved...