Triviality Beyond Acceptance Lyrics |
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smells like white skinned heroine something between goddess and a sex-sin fiend feels like ever-turning tide tastes like breaking countless prides whatever hides it burns and bites the inner lies burn and bite (the inner lights as well) looks like entry into the deep breaks the surface of the cheap being eaten up inside underneath the thrall of thighs smells like white skinned heroine tastes like juicy fiend of pin in the shock-state of delight hear the echoes of the fright
sold the blooming youth to the greed machine to the crude machinery of schemes what life promised once turned out a mere dream inside dead despite the skin of gleam in the dull machine of ferocious force and entangled in filthy wars fragile puppet in the fire subject to the sick desire subject to the mad desire en istenem jo istenem lecsukodik mar a szemem verwandel den mensch zu einer schildkroete in the dead end dark of a ruined life the old scars come ever back to bite in the head remains what was done before as an ever agonizing sore the revenge of the fragiles might turn out to be terrifying and imaginative wir schmeissen die tomaten in den augen und in den ohren
red alert the roar the footmen riot war for more to gain what was denied wrath and blood the scheme needs to be rectified urban end fight junked they tilt they kneel they fall down how it roars it roars world that turns with graceless motion round a wasted sun how to stop this joyless stumbling thru disposal fun what they need's to feel kind of alike they want more than trash than useless toys urban endfight the creeps of low life cries for rights for lives without restraint arise with uncertain circulation wheeling round the prey suburban guerilla against the life that's lived in vain world so full so rich with madness men they burn with hate against this circling with their graceless motion round a grinning sun second class inferior members of mankind the witless one
crouching alone in the dark in the lightless narrow lair hope is a state that has passed into tunnels of despair and this is all right everything is all right greet the invisible hell and this is all wrong nothing should be that strong like the invisible hell is tri-doubled speed of the heart tells of panic and despair the slow thief is robbing the breath ticking seconds of grey hair dreh dych nicht um der plumpsack geht herum
why should it end on peak of the breakdown why not finish it daring a thrust no doubt that a man 's wearing a cream crown i lay my hands on the prey of lust a voice told me to bring them all under my sway and i must obey i'll be the user if none interferes and they will obey what shall keep me away from my logical prey hot cunning spire and on the pyre the victims of desire quick quench the fire rectifyer of the sex sport free style sex kitten hire use the minor object to kill desire a mere object to kill desire what shall keep me away from my logical prey what shall keep me away as the testifylers probably would propose this person being capable to keep the greedy old bastard away from his so called logical prostituted prey can only be the black avenger harr of course
help me rip it out the sore's alerting the splinter in the brain is surely hurting help me wipe it out the helpless burning thru-out the years it grew an unbearable burden help me tear it out the core of hurting of course the power of sex's disturbing zombie-like the cancer of frustration eats its way into imagination the point of no return to innocent fun fast was passed the cursed squirt gun fire it once again again and then again find then when it ends entanglement and pain sirenating laughter in the mental background hearing drive close to agony little nasty demons in the brain where they are lurking promise pure ecstasy for all the things i'd never done i was repaid with anger and bliss is fleeting me i will not sing with glee ey lover you i never knew but you're willing to spread wide for me adoration and fascination ending up in standard copulation but when the point of no return spoils fun then you curse the squirt gun
testify - 1 bear witness give evidence testify - 2 serve as evidence testify - 3 european project a poor mimicry of ministry extremely non-innovative cheap and trivial beyond acceptance then follows the gulp brought about by shock
friction the spirits in nexus seal the old contract to disconnect lifeblood whole texture a fracture and the final act will leave all wrecked attraction empowers the anguish with rigidity killed identity dragnet addiction lost section of the soul life scale the joyful state one more step to madness into braindead state of mind one more step to madness and then have this silly smile
before more crap stuff happens before more jerks will hurt before more freaks wreck patterns before more pride is blurred it might be better to know how to fight it might be better to change the style and the weakness must pass and nothingness die and due action take over time to name the price before more will fall apart the torn soul roars the seed of wrath was spilled once the seed of wrath will be spilled again the seed of wrath will once bloom the seed of wrath will bear fruit before more sick must happen before more 's not at ease before more sick shit happens before less minds have peace it might be better to name the price
the solemn gun wants the men fanatic free of remorse fit to obey the god of flag wants the men frustrated and bent with hate and an old contempt and it won't matter that the weaker must fall dumb and numb love the gun fire the bomb no matter the cost the matter's the gun dumb and numb fire the bomb praise the bomb no matter the loss the matter's the gun the silly bomb requires men gone frantic who know the sport the rule of hurts the solemn gun summons all the dumb and it won't matter that the weaker will fall
how real we are we can no longer say lost in forbidden grounds delusion shimmering from underneath and lewdness greets from beyond return to waking's a toilsome venture under the cold dawn the sway of night binding us all in plight and in doubt in the gentle contemplative ecstasy one may find relief questing after something that the mind will not freely release still the darkest shore waiting in majesty beyond the walls of sleep to summon all on the beach where everything was born and all will pass their majesties of scorn love the mortal crawling their majesties of scorn enjoy our witless stumbling aimless restless fight the majesties of spite a nameless chain of trices never to return fleeting moments shifting shapes no ever-lasting only brief flashing and vanishing under the cold moon slow wings will flap the soaring huge shape of dread named transience (old classic myk pronunciation) and we fear that all will turn to dust fear that love will fade and rust fear that all will turn to dust fear that love will fade and pass fear that all will turn to dust fear that love won't stay and last
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