Alghazanth Lyrics
Alghazanth Lyrics
"The Parody's Zenith Lyrics"
Back On My Feet Again Lyrics
I was so lonely until I met you Told myself I'd get by without love Drownin' my sorrows Avoiding tomorrows Kind o
I was so lonely until I met you Told myself I'd get by without love Drownin' my sorrows Avoiding tomorrows Kind o
All the way from Eden to Armageddon
Such long the journey, not a single step taken
Infested the planet like malignant tumors
Still being the lowest of all terrestial lifeforms
Welcome to the grand downward vortex
Drowning in nightmares, f
In The Tradition Lyrics
(Gary Burr, Jack Blades) Here I am hearin' the same old good advice Surrounded by fools who could swear each heart l
ear is what we breathe(Gary Burr, Jack Blades) Here I am hearin' the same old good advice Surrounded by fools who could swear each heart l
A flickering flame of a candle is our existence
Fading out, evermore insignificant
In comparison with the living
The dead seem rather fortunate
We have engraved our own epitaph
The last paragraph in the chronic
Redneck Riviera Lyrics
Down here on the Redneck Riviera a drinkin' beer and singing country songs Chillin' with the motel door wide open hopin' some
es of manDown here on the Redneck Riviera a drinkin' beer and singing country songs Chillin' with the motel door wide open hopin' some
A scythe-bearing sun smiles at the tragedy
Sheding a light of irony upon the failures of humanity
Technology marches on
As does the death of intelligence
Towards a brand new Golgatha
Where only one cross awaits us all
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Every Knee Lyrics
Snowy cold December Weather never worse Last time that I saw him Last time we conversed I struggle to rememberankind... Cast aside... Deprived of life
Tormented with the nails of extinction
The last swing of the hammer concludes the parody
Of a race poisoned by triviality
And still some dare to ask: Will dawn follow this darkness?
Snowy cold December Weather never worse Last time that I saw him Last time we conversed I struggle to remember
Tormented with the nails of extinction
The last swing of the hammer concludes the parody
Of a race poisoned by triviality
And still some dare to ask: Will dawn follow this darkness?