Guillotine Blade comes down Severed head Hits the ground Blood sprays From the veins Cracked head Splattered brains
of hell. Raise from this grave, Is fear in your eyes? You have to leave your flesh, Still wait for you - decapitated saints. I've died to live in everlasting
Waiting on Death Row People coming in overalls Taking me to the gas chamber Scuffling of feet They took him down the hallway Feeling everyone's heartbeat
Sodium sunrise burns my eyes Electric charged reanimation I must recombine my (scattered) mind After techno-crucifixion Growling engines/transmitting
Bastard, Lizard! lick my wounds lucid dreams, (our) world turns to chaos demonic shadows floating in blood waiting for me to fall asleep (they whisper
Faceless faces in the "net" Sleepless watchers of mankind (us) The society of "chosen ones" (No) traces left behind Masked by mist and mystery Dim
Floating in this world of satisfaction Contentment for an immeasurable time Echo's vibrated my universe The universe of endless dreams... dreams...
Absorbing, feeling and desiring You fade away spewing their words up. Rise to fall, lie to last. Look! Nothing is opening it's arms: Tangle of urges overflows
Expansion of the ever increasing universe Thins down imperfect pictures And certainty of the tangible existence Trickles between fingers Entering the
[Deicide cover, only on limited digipack]
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Forward on! Just go on! Directionless rush, for close by, before Species specific-motion No change for equilibrium-stop! Fetid, persistent stench of the
Rise! And look at your face Centre of existence leans toward the end One visage of earth Cold flame under the mask Cracked face of dying spaces Millions
Satisfaction is the seed of hunger Beginning of the circle is its end There's no centre-emptiness in between And perfection is not always in the midst
World of shadows too blind to cry Worms crowded together to weak and want Running from reflection to reflection We measure the world with measure of our
Blinding void veils colours. All features melt into one vision. All-absorbing and all-swallowing time The singing of the black hole is calling. The shrill
To stars and suns we carry To superhumans names in stone Into the depths of seas of grand desires To the thought pure, into nothingness Limitless solitude
Senses, flower of existence- bow to Babylon Pain, father of creation- bow to Babylon Look- you're the creator of your own creator Your beginning overthrows