The collection of your fears It nears the hand of paranoia It wipes away any hint of light Mass of Color like a school of Piranha
The terror lights your tired eyes It is all I feed upon Now you've been clouded and demonized Mind and soul now under assault
I have wished you well on Earth I've worn your senses to the bone This journey will devour your remains You will bow towards the dark And hell shall be your home
Light the fuse and just sit tight Your exit shall arrive too soon Mind explosions reveal your plight All your nightmares are coming true
The terror lights your tired eyes It is all I feed upon Now you've been clouded and demonized Mind and soul now under assault
What kind of war Controls your head And spawns a winner When you know that Your fate's been decided And is very near Be damned by the horde And the warmth of all The lovely sinners Their breath Has enchanted The ocean that's Full of your tears
I have wished you well on Earth I've worn your senses to the bone This journey will devour your remains You will bow towards the dark And hell shall be your homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
