Propaganda death ensemble
Burial to be
Corpses rotting through the night
In blood laced misery
Scorched earth the policy
The reason for the singe
The pendulum it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid

Infiltration, push reserves
Encircle the front llines
Supreme art of strategy
Playing on the minds
Bombard 'till submission
Take all to their graves
Indication of triumph
The number that are dead

Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's a massacre
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

Be dead friend from abve
When darkness falls
Descend into my sights
Your fallen walls
Spearhead break through the lines
Flanked all around
Soldiers of attrition
Forward their ground
Regime prophetic age
Old in its time
Flowing veins run on through
Deep in the Rhine
Center of the web
All battles scored
What is our war crime?
Era forever more.. war

Propaganda war ensemble
Burial to be
Bones shining by the night
In blood laced misery
Campaign of elimination
Twisted psychology
When victory is to survive
And death is defeat

Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When the end is a slaughter
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

7/14/2010 9:22:52 PM

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7/14/2010 9:23:45 PM

k

7/14/2010 9:25:34 PM

7/14/2010 9:27:43 PM

^ I haven't seen something that properly captured some of the more disturbing elements of the psychedelic experience like that does in quite some time.

7/14/2010 9:35:43 PM

What is that?

7/14/2010 9:48:29 PM

MISS SCAWLETT I DON'T KNOW NOTHIN' 'BOUT BIRTHIN' NO BABIES!

7/14/2010 9:51:21 PM

Death's pointed at your head
Your mind's on the trigger, pull it
Bludgeoned bodies give up their muted horror story
Scene of your rage
Death is not strange
Blood on the walls
You stand alone satisfied

I'll wake the silence in you
I'll shoot the violence through you

Terrified by the thought that you're all alone
Paralyzed by the fact that you're not alone
You're losing your mind, I'm losing control
You're losing your mind, as I bury your world

I can't remember yet someone always seems to die
You're the reason why I became the chosen one
I've got the right
God makes no sense
I've got the right
I feel my back against the wall

Death's pointed at your head
Your mind's on the trigger, pull it
Bludgeoned bodies give up their muted horror story
This is my rage
Death is your name
You're facing your grave

I taste your tears, caress your face
I watch you lie insane
Dying for love
Praying to die
I want what's inside you
Dressed in your blood
Your wear it well
Dying because I care
Your eyes are wide, but you cannot see
Rotting my lust away

I'll shoot the violence through you
I wake the part that's dead
I hate the silence in you
I want what's in your head

7/14/2010 11:01:13 PM

You know the feeling
When adrenaline takes control
Can't beat the rush
That leaves a suicidal hold

Instinct spares no one
Destroying the human heart
The taste of blood
Can rip your soul apart

Devils that drive us
Do not discriminate
A state of mind
That becomes the ultimate end

Action reaction
Blood line is not immune
To the depth of human nature
Inside of me and you

A sociopath with empty eyes
And no soul
Paranoid psychotic heart of stone
My blood runs cold

Evils of passion
Can drive reason to extremes
Love hate and murder
Temporary insanity

On the edge of a
Demented personality
Emotional
Pain is a deadly reality

A choice is made of free will
Just like the choice to kill
Decisions to lose control
My self-destructive rationale

A choice is made, made of free will
Just like the choice, the choice to kill
In the speed of a moment
Life stands still now you're standing in my killing field

7/15/2010 8:45:45 AM

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