Issues of the day Have become the latest craze Propaganda wastes your time And warps your mind Tell me what you'll find When you investigate Intimidate
Can't you see 'em, in obscene procession? Clad in fox fur all cocky, they're violent and insane Pink and wobbling with all their possessions They live
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The Agony Scene Procession The stench of the hopeless and wounded. The cries that escape from the of depths of regret. Your bleeding mass in procession
You make your way but don't belong. I swear youre not the only one. Is that what you've been dreaming? There are other ways of staying strong , than keeping
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Today's the Macy's Day Parade the night of the living dead is on its way with a credit report for duty call it's a lifetime guarantee stuffed in a coffin
[Music: L. Korsholm] [No lyrics]
The black procession's inexorable strides into the void The dark, endless void... So step into the void Orgiastic mass of the fallen ones liturgical path
You lie here with tombstones, You lie here waiting for the end of life
My lungs they no longer draw breath. The stench of aeons past, my very flesh corrupted. I, the embodiment of decay. Forever changing, stagnant no longer
Buried in here, You can find my heart. Say you will, Stay tonight, could be... We could get, Lost in ourselves. No more waiting on anyone, This is the
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There is no end to this I have seen your face But I don't recognize all these things You must have left behind It's a problem, you know That's been there
above the clouds and below the bark they're having parties beyond those roots find a tree house symphony there step lightly into my daydream after the
I stood above them all and watched for days. I felt as though my own kind were all that mattered and kept me sane. I gathered them to me, watched their
Dici che quello non ti va perche porta i capelli un po lunghi quello li ti preoccupa perche invece ce li ha troppo corti uoh uoh... quasi puoi far