Saviour Machine. The Hunger Circle. Zeneszám

A cauldron of cults leads the ambush of thoughts in
My mind,
Doctrines of demons that crawl in my eyes leave me
Dancing blind,
The passport of horrible manifestations and lies
Inducing eruptions, disfiguring plains in its silent cries.

The lust in the void is desolate and needing,
The alienation is tenuous and breathing.

Into the hunger circle a stranger awaits,
Inside the hunger circle the heretic reigns.
Into the hunger circle, into the altered states,
The keeper of the killing streets
Will wake up screaming crisis in his game.

The perilous tide from the ominous side of the lines
Is thriving, relentlessly transporting glassy-eyed
Warning signs.
The kinds of malice is sheer mutilation of love.
The epidemic of flesh and convulsion is sickened
Perversion above.

A prayer for the dying, a kiss for the last.
A tear for the crying, a hit for the cast.

Into the hunger circle a stranger awaits,
Inside the hunger circle the heretic reigns.
Into the hunger circle, into the altered states,
The keeper of the killing streets
Will wake up screaming crisis in his game.

The bleeding oppression of millions of victims is done.
The wealthiest nation on earth must provide for its
Waiting son.
His arsenic is rising ...
Come inside the genocide ride.

Look what you've done to me,
Look what you've done to my world.
Here comes the flood to release me,
Here comes the turn.

Fighting the hunger circle, standing alone.
Lighting the hunger circle, vision is shown.
Dying, the hunger circle, die in the face of pain.
The keeper of the killing streets is sleeping now,
And dreaming of my name.