Dark Is the Season
Benediction lyrics
Benediction lyrics
"The Grotesque Lyrics"
Shave Your Head Lyrics
All these yars passed, had showed us the same facts. Drugs and booze are giv
All these yars passed, had showed us the same facts. Drugs and booze are giv
Inner deformity, such a foul deceptive rot.
Conceiving the grotesque. Nothing is but what is not.
Screeds of verbiage, never explained. Gazing at the flames.
Inside the dungeon or my skull, only mawkish t
The Lights Burned Out Lyrics
The lights burned out, and with it it's taken my eyes It seems so hard it's taken me by surprisehoughts remains.
Grotesque addict, forever shadowed,
darkness clouding me. Absurdity now fate.
Bizzarre dreams, an horrendous nightmare,
nothing left but to hallucinate.
Dementia reigns, a
Rescrudescent, this condition. Coherency decrease.
Humanity is not to shine, in my bloodless face.
Magnified in travesty, I have been displaced.
See with the eye of th
Traumatic cracks in my addiction, made the future bleak.
Paralysed to ruminate, embolismic bitter jest.
Ontologically I'm dead, reborn as the grotesque.
THE GROTESQUE!
The lights burned out, and with it it's taken my eyes It seems so hard it's taken me by surprise
Grotesque addict, forever shadowed,
darkness clouding me. Absurdity now fate.
Bizzarre dreams, an horrendous nightmare,
nothing left but to hallucinate.
Dementia reigns, a
The Iron Maiden Lyrics
She walks on through the night Her circumstances slight Are only helping her to fail
predilection. Total order cease.She walks on through the night Her circumstances slight Are only helping her to fail
Rescrudescent, this condition. Coherency decrease.
Humanity is not to shine, in my bloodless face.
Magnified in travesty, I have been displaced.
See with the eye of th
The Needle And The Damage Done Lyrics
I caught you knockin' at my cellar door "I love you, baby, can I have some more" Ooh, ooh, t
e mind. That the lie will speak.I caught you knockin' at my cellar door "I love you, baby, can I have some more" Ooh, ooh, t
Traumatic cracks in my addiction, made the future bleak.
Paralysed to ruminate, embolismic bitter jest.
Ontologically I'm dead, reborn as the grotesque.
THE GROTESQUE!