Tekster:
Kuburan

Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913 Made his great grandchildren believe You could live to 103 A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid So, Cyrus

Oh, don?t you know that Jesus died to wash your sins away Oh, please heed His call, in sin don?t fall We?re getting closer to the grave each day We?re

I will not go mental when you spit in my face There's no reason for your violence or this war you wage You've never seen me panic When your living life

Purple planet flashin by (by) Through a cloud of smoke will reach the (sky) Ultrasonic carpet ride (ride) Missed it much woman will bid you hide Purple

Kneeling before the carnal demon machine On hands and knees she shallows divinity Begging for forgiveness, the blessing of a kiss The essence of denial

Colder now then ever The rebel walks without you here Take my share of bleeding Means nothing to me Don't care about your saddness Don't want to make

The sinners masquerade An asylum for the weak A feast for the wolf Our faces lost in the deep Empty space our souls to keep The hour of twilight As silent

The beast is bound to end us all Burning red the dragon souls Oh wow this maddness lacks in skill Aim to please Baby shoot to kill Straight the sky just

Im the living nightmare Im the sickness in your heart Unholy ally The saddness that won't part The crossbone Dagger A curse upon your soul Crawling nightchild