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License to Kill
03:30
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License to kill another living thing
Mass-produced by factories of hate and vile rage
Soulsuck, the ancient art of smashing someone's brains
Entitled to the death of a human, live but maimed
A license to break bread with evil
Resurrecting the dead to bid their souls
A license to break bread with evil
Resurrecting the dead to bid their souls
Putrid reeking scum, living in our slums
Working our machines, producing everything
Putrid reeking scum, living in our slums
Working our machines, producing everything
License to kill another living thing
Mass-produced by factories of hate and vile rage
Soulsuck, the ancient art of smashing someone's brains
Entitled to the death of a human, live but maimed
A politician stands by the wayside
To collect every last dreaming body's last hope
The dreamer in the cubicle claws at his skin
Until a human emerges from its seams
Put him in his right mind
Kick him down a stair flight
Cuff him to the wall light
Hang him by his wrists, tight
License to kill another living thing
Mass-produced by factories of hate and vile rage
Soulsuck, the ancient art of smashing someone's brains
Entitled to the death of a human, live but maimed
A license to break bread with evil
Resurrecting the dead to bid their souls
A license to break bread with evil
Resurrecting the dead to bid their souls
Putrid reeking scum, living in our slums
Working our machines, producing everything
Putrid reeking scum, living in our slums
Working our machines, producing everything
Put him in his right mind
Kick him down a stair flight
Cuff him to the wall light
Hang him by his wrists, tight
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2. |
Feasting on Death
04:56
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Stay right here, bound to the bed
Psychopathic nemesis of all the truth I've bred
Leave this chamber one moment
In purgatory shall you feast on death
I'm lying in pain, waiting for death
The eye of the beast has caught my last breath
Where has it gone, where was it left
The only last sense of my figure's bereft
In touch with the pain, alive but not live
A ghostly illusion amongst patrons of time
Closing my eyes just to feel it again
The darkness, the black and the nigh-coming end
Crawl out of nihil, enter the fear
Only to find that the truth was not here
You are not god, but god is not dead
He's bleeding out cold in the psych ward bed
In touch with the pain, alive but not live
A ghostly illusion amongst patrons of time
Closing his eyes and admitting it all
That he was complacent with taking the fall
Ask me god, how is my kingdom
Rotting in hell with centuries of death
Bring forth to inherit your thiefdom
A mound of loose teeth and the catacombs above
Stay right here, bound to the bed
Psychopathic nemesis of all the truth I've bred
Leave this chamber one moment
In purgatory shall you feast on death
They all lie in sickness through the ash and through the blood
Reaching for a dash of what will make them truly whole
Gold and diamond cities built on fires of rotting flesh
Those who lit the fires sit in silence for the rest
I'm lying in pain, waiting for death
The eye of the beast has caught my last breath
Where has it gone, where was it left
The only last sense of my figure's bereft
In touch with the pain, alive but not live
A ghostly illusion amongst patrons of time
Closing my eyes just to feel it again
The darkness, the black and the nigh-coming end
Leave this chamber one moment
In purgatory shall you feast on death
Stay right here, bound to the bed
Psychopathic nemesis of all the truth I've bred
Detesting the minds of the forbidden light
Following the truth to their death
Enlighten me now, did you see them all bow
Down to the slayer of their lands
Detesting the minds of the forbidden light
Following the truth to their death
Crawl out of nihil, enter the fear
Only to find that the truth was not here
You are not god, but god is not dead
He's bleeding out cold in the psych ward bed
In touch with the pain, alive but not live
A ghostly illusion amongst patrons of time
Closing his eyes and admitting it all
That he was complacent with taking the fall
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3. |
Circle of Heresy
04:59
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This is the aftermath
We're lying in hell with stories to tell
Now eavesdrop on your own mind
Pry out and keep what secrets you seek
Circle of heresy
The southernmost circle of hell
Is in our hearts where human nature starts
You're preaching to the wrong choir
Preach to the dead mothers and children on the street
You will hide your sickness with a sickening grin and gleam
The mask of self-delusion isn't all it ever seemed
Paranoia, lies and death aren't what you should lose sleep for
Look into the mirror and find a killer and a whore
Circle of heresy
Seize the light, you know right
Politicians guide our flight
We know what we've done
Thrown this world to the dogs
Nothing can save us now
We're living in hell
Constructing the circle for the rejects and the failed
Waiting for the day when we all will be impaled
Circle of heresy
Just to die, I don't want to
Sacrifice me for the greater good
Sell my soul on the market
Crucify me to the centre stake
Just to die, I don't want to
Sacrifice me for the greater good
This is the aftermath
We're lying in hell with stories to tell
Now eavesdrop on your own mind
Pry out and keep what secrets you seek
Circle of heresy
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Enthralled by Chaos
04:43
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The further we soar to the top
The quicker we fall to the depths
Why be there so much pain in this world
Why be there so much hate
I am not your enemy, but truly am a sinner
For we have all contributed to chaos, the end will swallow us all
Lying awake I ponder, when will all things cease, when
Drowning in an ocean of what-ifs and once wases
Never falling under, unending my slumber
Captivating more than the storm and its foul thunder
Breaking bones to see if I still feel
Killing to feel what it's like to live
Blissful ignorance is what I know
It's better not to know what's been done wrong
Enthralled by chaos
Enamoured by death
Will it save our souls to be right
If it doesn't matter in the end
In the evident of rotting flesh
The past defines our history
Murder, homicide, slaughter, chaos
Apocalypse starts tonight
Take their own war to their homes and burn it down in elegant lights
Blood-red paved streets
Worthless human meat
Enthralled by chaos
Enamoured by death
Morality won't make it end
They're reaching for the knife again
Devouring our unborn kin
A chain around their undead necks
Fucking imbeciles
How can you call this life
To sell your hatred as apathy
Breaking bones to see if I still feel
Killing to feel what it's like to live
Blissful ignorance is what I know
It's better not to know what's been done wrong
Enthralled by chaos
Murder, homicide, slaughter, chaos
Will it save our souls to be right
If it doesn't matter in the end
In the evident of rotting flesh
The past defines our history
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Integrity Avowed
02:27
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Caustic Veins
03:00
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Maldrom St. Louis, Missouri
North American Death Metal Chaos.
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