Тексты песен «Medeia»

On the cement floor lies a cross made From your intestines Embracing your commitment And the cause you died for People around relish the sacrifice (And) can't stop salivating upon your remains The circle closes And the...

The break of dawn From what no one Should have survived A few remained To witness a new day On top of the slayed Your grace The cold embrace Like always We want nothing to be something We make believe that this is not a...

Dine upon this hatred Let the razors cut your stomach open Bleeding through your wedding dress My post mortem beauty queen Once your wings melted You descended into arms you saved To be raped We are the plague You rose...

Right in my face I can't hear This body has become mutilated by fear In hunger I swallowed my tongue My touch is a mute's scream With an unctuous smile she used to offer redemption that was not hers to bestow Now the...

Sew up the upholstery The heart's been removed Compelled by contempt The sentence renewed The reflection of a sickle Glows in her eyes As the urge grows Like a swelling too lustful to hide Her grief-laced ears hear...

[Excerpts from the Jim Jones suicide tape] Jim Jones: "Living--you're looking at death and it looks--living is much, much more difficult. Raising up every morning and not knowing what's going to be the night's...

The gift of cold fusion keeping us warm Casting color on grey below the black stratosphere We salute natrium We salute the natrium sun Oh no they went and scorched the skies But the power of guns has made us one Taking...

The sheep are all alone, like disciples Waiting to be led into a shallow grave United in tragedy Their mouths gasp the pollution Inhaling the concept of a new tyrant Masses fan her campaign into flames Hell is not...

My dogma A trait of this war Leads to an endless oblivion I can't see beyond this fixation As it gouged my eyes out I'll fall But never hit the ground Abolishing gazes surround me for I am not atoned Pranayma

The smell of a carcass Hangs in the air I wait for the putrid scent To reach my nostrils So I can vomit yet again We'll rot together in this hole You and me, eternally I wonder if her porcelain skin Could keep me warm...

Jim Jones: "Keep your emotions down. Keep your emotions down. Children, it will not hurt. If you'd be--if you'll be quiet. If you'll be quiet." We're gathered here to be splattered here Along the wall in a circular...