Quarter of an inch past life's death Flash of a smile with lies on it's breath Cold sharp steel with anger on flesh Know the touch of the cold angel press
Gouged out tongue, don't speak but scream A language of pain, sleep now dream Starving crippled dog hang on now breathe Life just lived tomorrow to be forgot Flesh to earth inanimate to rot Memories, memories nothing to repress Know the touch of the cold angel press
Life's too cheap Make me bleed Stupidity's the seed
From the seeds of hot white pain Come questions only the gods can explain Thoughts and visions of animal insanity Personal hells of all humanity Quarter of an inch past life's death Know the touch of the cold angel press
Life's too cheap Stupidity's the seed Make me bleed
From the seeds of hot white pain Come questions only the gods can explain Thoughts and visions of animal insanity Personal hells of all humanity Quarter of an inch past life's death Know the touch of the cold angel pressTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
