Dead Neon piosenki

For lethal sunsets Expensive shades For fake salvation Jesus saves Pray for rain The kind that burns Judgment Lesson You must learn Carrying your bibles Clutching your guns Nothing can save you From 100 suns Hurry down, Doomsday Wipe the slate...

Attention, Neon Citizens! Here’s today’s advisory. Please don’t drink from Bellagio Fountains. Dead Bodies contaminate the Water. Stay away from The vendors at Shark Reef Aquarium. That’s not shark Meat they’re selling. It’ll Do no good to sell your...

Cross on your brow Means you repent Another day older And deeper descent Believe the Christ Spider Satan draws near Obey talking snakes And there’s nothing to fear When the sirens sound You won’t have to ask I’ll tuck you gently Into your bed of b...

Tumor-pocked bodies Afflict the population Only thing to eat In Land of Starvation Heated razors cut Food from our backs Cooked in the fire Of a greasy cask Repulsive communion Of blood and skin Further from God Closer to sin Christ fed thousand...

Hand of God Digging up earth Revising the land Place of my birth Why does God hate Why so much rage Someone locked His heart Away in a cage Cratered Forever in pain Man finds his place On the end of a chain Said you loved me What does it mean...

There’s a light in my head There’s a ghost in my bed She looks like you She tells me what to do And how to get through Living in Doom Town Like a slave upon the wheel Like a god no one can feel I often dream Of the distant lights And what they must...

Blinded by light Clouded in dust Just waking up from The sleep of the just Livestock withered Babies malformed I’m left wearing Hazmat uniform Down on the wind Where the sun always shines I can hear my lover Dying in the pines Losing my mind Co...

Stupidest organ Beats like a drum Always confused By least attention Pumping black blood Inflating torn lungs Starving dead brain On life’s final rung — Radiation bombards Giant monster’s heart Little Japanese orphan Eats just a part On a bed...

Modulated lasers For silicon chips Your virtual head On the end of a stick Skyline obscured By electronic steeple Threading the eye Of a fiber-optic needle Candles sit flickering On the altar of night Do yourself a favor, baby And ride the light...

Tires nearly melted On burning blacktop Bombed cities on fire Mass dead left to rot Storm clouds gather At the horizon’s line Or maybe they’re just pustules From the wounds of my mind Check the rearview We’ve left quite a mess Darkness in our wake...