With Dead Hands Rising piosenki

Time and time again I’ve tried to erase my own self loathing. Less a mouth to speak a word of honesty. Making me nauseous. I have given you all I have to offer. So please let me die inside this place I call my so-called catastrophe. I cannot control...

The clouds part to let a sea of fire through. The earth turns revealing hell's molten rock rivers sure to envelop us all. And all that is left in the path of destruction will be set ablaze. Black clouds cover the sky with no chance to see the sun rise again. G...

Manifesting filthy bastards. Giving me my last intentions. Extinguish the only fire burning form the bowels of disgust. I am external. Spreading like a virus through your windows. Now you see me. Now you don’t. you seem accustomed to the ones you h...

This is the last time I will write this lousy letter to me and myself. I’m dying with devotion. These thoughts reflect the most of wretched and decrepit times I know. I will make it somehow. With or without you to be blamed. For innocence that cannot...

Die without restraint. Lungs collapse form the tension. Hearts plugged from potentially vile veins laced with inane. Blood that coagulates inside us all. Capture the plague. Capture the fever. Sit in your coffin and rot for the season. Capture th...

Oblivious to the dirt that swells around your every step and The constant barrage of flashbulbs have slowly burned away what little sense of self-worth you once had Carving yourself with the scalpel in a bitter attempt to scrape off your imperfections While dr...

I can't quite see the white of your eyes over the rims of the star shaped glasses protruding from your maledicting alligator grin as the scent grows stronger it snaps in half as the screams begin to ascend like a doomsday choir hitting each note with the highe...

Flattery will get you anywhere but not just everywhere we've sympathized and comrpomised the very veins that you've destroyed that's all she wrote I replied written in wrists like a fashion statement a gentle torture so delicate the bones break with every step...

You play the role of a pacifist and the guilt is a virus that's eating you alive opening blossom resembles the face of a martyr opening pulsing dreaming of ways to dispose of us all Your testimonial has holes the size of a shotgun victim a story so sincere eve...

One more useless thought for the ones who prey on the fallen victims. Lining streets with the flood of what remains from trials and tribulations. Bringing out the dead to celebrate the hunt. Serenity has hit an all-time low. For years it gets worse....

Weaving compassion for an old machine that's lost its sense of right or wrong and the fires burning at your gears beneath the silkened skin that's wearing thin from the fingerprints that's left on your chest you've got that perfect figure you can't buy our att...

You were the last one to bleed bone dry. Cut as deep as conscious. Writhing at the site of the wound. Your only as human as one who sheds there skin. No remorse for ones who decide to shed their skin. As if you were the king of the living dead. Wit...

Be still and dead. You have been too sweet and so sedated. You’ve kept those pins and needles for too damn long inside your organs. I hope the worms can find you and smell your perfume before the day is done. I visioned you with eyes of painted black a...