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Ballad of Kansas City

I wonder what it's like to be you. Sitting there all alone. All alone. Alone. Maybe you are crying Lonesome and anxious. Give my love to my young As you and the hose become one. Sucking out the seed of my soul Ripping it out of you. It shoots...

Bloodletting

Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass denial. Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity. Stepping the grate, shattered nerves ground down to a glass edge carrying me away. Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire. A suicide mi...

Buckeye

Turn on all the light and punch them out. All four burners going, pile it on fire. Metal sparks in the nuclear box. Fist through a window pane and our broken coffee cups litter the kitchen floor. Smoke rolling across the ceiling suck down the bride�s champag...

Chronic Auditory Hallucination

Picking crumbs from the beards of others, futile organisms with no spine. Human lice with no spine slips into a neural wreck of humanity�s rot. Trust ripping away, dying. Your breed is weak, the taste of strength bitter to your palate of doubt. A remnant of...

Departure Hymn

We are in this world not of it. Spreading like vermin the last of the breed. Screaming into an urban wind broken glass asphalt undertow trash blows down deserted streets. This organism will survive and breed. 

Dimera

With just a flick of the opal banded finger I will throw you into a concentric mental decline. I control your elation, I control your depression. I take as I wish memory, clothed in a raiment noir. (I take you under my black wing.) I take you under my dark win...

Duane

Flickering lies glazed cornea creating cerebral corpses. A senseless data overload a prime-time hypnosis bow to idiot box. Self-induced anueretic sty waves flatline encapsulated time tape eraser mind waste away your life. Hidden Track - "Ruiner" : How light...

Goatfish

Ripped out all the options, busted broke still drunk on hubris and the night before. Mechanically destroying the self, pushing. Annihilate, live in the vernacular. Deconstruct through alcohol, pacify with the liquid placebo. Flatline of the cranium, my only wi...

Inherit The Earth

Sun baked bones stripped clean Fangs sparkle and gleam Claws drip of freshly shed blood While the corpses Of our masses Rot in the mud Sun falls As no moon rises The darkest of nights Are full of surprises In the distance a dog howls Beneath our fee...

Lame

Whine, whine, whine. How can you afford to throw me those looks when you haven�t pulled the bloody wool from over your eyes yet? How can you say those things to me when you haven�t pulled the boot of the past out of your mouth? Tepid morals personality set...

Lies Of Autumn

As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper, thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke rising from a butt ground out on my arm. Step into this decay and experience dissolution. Crucified on a plank of cruelty, crucified on a plank of apathy to sleep t...

Preaching To The Converted

The Public wants what the public gets. Lazarus himself wouldn�t rise into this world. Decry relativity damned petulant for seeing through a Trojan horse full of zyklon while Judas� coffers overflow. What? New world (dis)order is nothing new. Choking on poi...

Resurrection #9

Lay waste torn asunder weak and lost in the past. Obfuscates the self mind, ripped it away. Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun god. I think not, serpent get thee behind me. Eradicated your somnambulant enigma. This field has lain fallow, won�t erode, wo...

Ruiner

How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come to collect the blood debts. All accounts will be dry, a binary vessel Full of nothing but dust. A vicious lust for control has turned us into pawns for faceless kings, Shedding riv...

Salvation

Smothered under your affection, Solitude an acquisition, symbiosis turned parasitic. Now I’m starting to regret this, dying to be alone. Bleed me as I’m dying to be alone. A weight on my back a noose around my neck A clot in my veins a worm in my gut...

Suffering Bastard

Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks falls predicting strife. Cranium exposed, denial of aesthetic. Push it a little farther. All of this burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags. I don�t know what the fuck have I become? Synapses snapping mortality decimate...