In a merry-go-round of colours Life whirls by and Jama appears From some hidden dimension Behind wooden horses And smiling clowns He laughs with his fangs Wears a chain of grinning skulls
Throbbing pulse of death Crumbles the pillars On which house and home are built Oh merry-go-round my simple heart Just fill it up, with liquid lead The throbbing pulse of death
Skulls cave in, I broke the chains Liquid ash seeps into the earth Jama/Psychosis Sunrise of the soul The throbbing pulse of death
Oh, ikabao, blue sword Cut through the black Through strings of karmic puppetry Swallow the five poisons and laugh Embrace the enemy That hideous metaphore The best and worst of selfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
