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Funeral March
Swollen Members
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Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses
Energy of rock groups, symphony's explosive
Have the appetite, that's the sacrifice
That's the path of light, laughter after life
Ugly primitive disturbing images
Center of attention, feel my inner tension
Conquest original, intention purify spirit
Regiment descend with a vengeance
My brother shed blood with me
You hate on what I'd love to be
It goes paralyzed force, I fly through my verse
I fly high in a parallel universe
Strange fascinations
Living in a world where children that you spit on become greatness
I'm anti-social, misplaced aggression
I'm not your trophy, love breeds obsession
Yesterday does not exist
Tomorrow is made
Today is all there is
Lust for advancement, personal development
Mentally elevate psychedelic elements
Isolated Madchild talk torture
Zolac to Zoltar, dirtbikes and go-karts
Darktown, iron-jawed angel, dangerous
No foreigner, I enjoy strangers
Aquablue, turquoise, and green scenery
Fascinating landscape, my mind's machinery
The danger's imminent, the razor blades are intricately
Placed inside our mouths, we spit them out at the belligerent
A blessed array, decrepit decay, an epic display
Be selective of the records you play
In the black marble banquet hall, back when I can't recall
Showdown, house of blue leaves, blood and snowfall
We're indestructible, impossible odds
Competition stops breathing, I'm a possible cause
The illusion is lifted, the mist of this life with shifted dimensions
For the demented souls who hold pistols
In suspense of the last day suspended
Animation of the free will revealed as a test
But not yet, not until the last footsteps leave the green grass
After the coffin is tossed in the soft thinning
Six feet of spear form, you watch it feeling awful and nauseous
The angel of death just stomped you as you crossed through
The universal sauce, your agnostic belief cost you your afterlife
Punishment of the grave as you approached by
Two blue-eyed angels, no halos
With dark faces, expressionless, three questions
No less than this, no guessing
Only a rebel of God won't hold a session
In which case he will see his place in hellfire