Distorted reality Truth behind, not to see Focus of life means twisting negative Draining deeper fears by a quest to live Suffering down perpetual destruction
Traduzione: Living Sacrifice. Distorted.
pressure gonna take away Your right to live your right to stay Keep the rules stay by Satan's laws Reach from hell with powerful claws Distorted view through bloodshot eyes Another sacrifice
hypersensitive eccentrics Voodoo swamp priests, Eskimo Satanists Lured to the abyss, walking reverie To an elder realm, morbid insanity Orgy and sacrifice
the devil, smiled soft we must pretend, Now we'll never spread our wings, better luck to pick our pockets, everyday is Halloween call my bluff a living
, a hidden trip rope lies Distorted truths from hidden faces I'm not in control of my life, this world is mine, stop living a lie. So it's time I took
in Season out Fall back on that talking less you trying to be about What does my skill profit unless I'm a real prophet If I'm living ill I can bet you
figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for saviour born of dreams They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly
make it come true I've got a dream to make it big in New York Gave up the drugs and alcohol, I didn't want to distort My vision to be living life to
don't seem to mean much; Of anyone we've used more that most. Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked, Thrown around in the spectacle
defense of freedom and rights Justice comes at such a heavy price One step too far and then you cross the line Are you willing to make that sacrifice
avoke the stroke of tardy planting And the crops we'd have harnessed in mid November It only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed Lives to
instruments of genetic distortion is me Abandon your pious ways You between sacrifice and worms It will take you lifetimes of dying to live again In
now the circle's closing in Men, Martians and Machines We can't control our human sacrifice Again we fear for our lives The cracks appeared our brains start to distort
figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for saviors born of dreams They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly
