In between, insidious vapor shall teem Looming so loathsome And it seems to me like I'm dead inside Bloated corpse, propped out of tradition I can never
In between we insidious vapors shalt teem Looming so loathsome And it seems to me like I'm dead inside A bloated corpse propped out of tradition I can
Traduzione: The Black Dahlia Murder. Miasma.
: [Instrumental]
: This is a reckoning A cliched cut of lying tongue Revenge never goes out of style Gorilla honing trigger-finger That makes gorilla man Ingrained,
: Eyes of perfect ivory Match the sweetest lengths of your neck I'm but a stain to such holy fabrics Darwin's proposal Bouncing back from colored glass
: Yeah, I'm running off the rails I've finally gone crazy And the ground is spinning faster Than my teeth could ever grind I know it's a shame When
: The language of the lie Barbed and callous tongues shall lick Behind the thinnest doors A web of falsehood so unfolds Humility (Pride dissected, maliciously
: Down! Start digging down your throat Another string of lies is born You must exemplify perfection Bronzing a broken life of shit You filthy liar Septic
: In between we insidious vapors shalt teem Looming so loathsome And it seems to me like I'm dead inside A bloated corpse propped out of tradition I
: Terror is thy name! Burning thine bridge And death the same A year to drain my innocence And course it through your blackened veins Oh, Demoness! (
: Now the funeral grounds Are at last awash With the blackness Of this frigid autumn night I've lurked into the graveyard With pick and spade in tow
: We of blood frozen So thick it cannot thaw Joints lubricated By sweet alcohol Liver dissolving Eyelids but heavy sheets Ignorant bliss and The bloodshot
