I have no restraint, not a shred of sympathy This blood that runs through my veins is cold with hatred Sorrow is long behind me, I feel nothing Drunken
Soaked in torment, victim of lies, materialistic, lost in demise. I reject your values, I have my own faith, I have no trust, in the human race. Seek
Traduzione: All Out War. Imbevuto di Torment.
it's insane, but it's a clever scheme Dre don't know shit, he wake up in the morning thinkin' it was a dream Put his ass to sleep and soak his game up
. Got the whole planet Rocking off the low blows Damn it I show flows And poke hoes That's suppose to be yours Seeing my haters In the dark alley Tormented
Of blood sweat and tears I saw the torture brutal murder of my father So my brain became stained with the horror I'm having reoccurring nightmares Of being soaking
rate climbs to the This is the comming of endless torment [Solo Jack Owen] Remains of the slain, a dead body wasteland Unburied victims lie, blood soaking
become the denied You have become the denied You have become You have become the denied Loneliness is a lifetime As years tormented you're forced to die Soaking
[Lyrics By: Mike Majewski] Scream inducing pain torments me from beneath my skin Torturous jolts like needles piercing my intestines I must release these
ripping flesh from screaming heads i lust to see the agony of death inside my hands dark satanic slaughter soaks the blood in which i bathe disemboweled
drink too much wine But it gives my brain relief Stops the meanderings That root me from my sleep I stare out at the night From a sweat-soaked bed The
but passive observers. Passive observers do nothing but passively observe, Passively soak up creativity and say "Wow, that's me!", Passively soak up
Walking trails, soaked by our tears Traveling miles and miles from home Blood still stains the ground we walked Soaking into the roots of trees Giving
fucking lies As you inflicted you could not give me solace You're worthless in my eyes Sever it all from my thoughts the bloodshed the torment Sever
visible The filthy sound of ten thousand necro morbid deaths Smear my body with your destructive visions death Writhe in my bastard hellish tormented ego Soak
But the gods can't destroy my cursed blackened heart. Appeasing the thirst of the damned mocking the praised ones. The sand soaks the blood the blood
emit its evils onto the page. Blood-soaked desperate one sided attempts into the chill of all words. Let the sloth be told of horrid torment, to watch
