Will never dream like me I believe in the sanctity of dreams No more running from these masqueraders I believe that society will never dream like me I believe in the sanctity
I waiting in darkness, voices are screaming Heaven appears in grey The mountains are trembling, thunderbolt strikes Demon are coming, bloodfilled night
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Start the needle up again as I crawl to the chair Anticipate the pain Feel the charge in the air, sick fascination Can't wash away this alteration Beneath
Blindness from your own hand Fall from the edge, join souls with lives untold Clear your mind of guilt, Pass it down the line Tithe away your fear, beg
I've lost with all the best intentions I've conquered through with lies The air is burning cold, so cold I've come full circle, I've come full circle
Morning sun for the last time, warming upon my face Chills my blood and weary bones My soul sheds no tears, passing in wonder Will I ever find my way
Who could have known when I opened my eyes I would see The dark angel of my destiny This must be some kind of dream, not it's a nightmare Filled with
As I watch this creature grow It starts to take a look Just under it's own being And what it finds Will be the nothing it has sought Lost for all time
Pain and satisfaction, you're dying day by day Savoring every moment of torture and ecstasy Most beloved killer Such a beautiful vice Love and hate
Lingering in darkness, wading through my fears My hands still bound together Why can't we just exist, in a world so pretentious Bleak horizons bleed disdain
Your life is ending seconds at a time You pay no mind to what's behind What did you think would happen now This angry moment Cry, cry, cry Your life
Mankind's past has shown our origins in death Born from the ash of life; Born from nothing left Incinerator / Decimator The end has come once again How
Within the screaming system a burning fever hides Temperature rises in a sea of bodies in the depths the pressure boils Uncontrollable chaos, madness
Screaming with confidence Lips built to bleed The war it starts with them With haunted eyes they feed Pain on your face, pushing your way through Picking
I return to soil Accept what has been given to me Many suns and moons have given me time I am at one with the light I will stand among the earths spirits
Seven Seven I'm keeping my commission to faith's transmission Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red Satellites flashing down Orchard and Delancey
in The innocents existence Come! Mighty Babalon, mother of Abominations Grant me the flesh, grant me the fear Grant me sanctity in ruin Down through
