flesh from my flesh natural or unnatural guess? even if they harm you you can't die you my flesh, you my blood I see the truth when you die I'll die
FLESH FROM MY FLESH NATURAL OR UNNATURAL GUESS? EVEN IF THEY HARM YOU YOU CAN'T DIE [CHORUS] YOU MY FLESH, YOU MY BLOOD I SEE THE TRUTH WHEN YOU DIE
: FLESH FROM MY FLESH NATURAL OR UNNATURAL GUESS? EVEN IF THEY HARM YOU YOU CAN'T DIE [CHORUS] YOU MY FLESH, YOU MY BLOOD I SEE THE TRUTH WHEN YOU DIE
I create Blood and guts consumes my life I am the ?brutal gardener? I - ?quantity controller? ?no more insane than Jesus Christ. Forgive my humble abode Rotting
Black rotting blood invades my ailing flesh Destroys and burns me down alive Elcerated lips stinking of death Excommunicated creators of mine Blasphemous
Origin of time / the face of old flesh Crumbles the earth / my feet and brain Collapsing into measures / of nature's killing liberty Lights gone an empty
control my brain Swept away by my lust to cause pain, mutilation is my only want The evil inside me gives me the strength to kill at will My life is
, a message from my master, life must not go on. A message from my master, obliterate mankind. A message from your master, I've failed you all. This is
Black rotting blood invades my ailing flesh, Destroys and burns me down alive, Ulcerated lips stinking of death, Excommunicated creators of mine, Blasphemous
create Blood and guts consumes my life I am the "brutal gardener" I - "quantity controller" ...no more insane than Jesus Christ. Forgive my humble abode Rotting
SCORN BODIES LONG DECAYED ROTTING CHRIST CAN'T SAVE YOU NOW PRAISED INTO THE GRAVE TORTURED SOUL CURSES SO STRONG BLESSED INHUMANE LUCIFER DECIDE MY FATE
Scorn Bodies long decayed Rotting Christ can't save you now Praised into the grave Tortured soul curses so strong Blessed inhumane Lucifer decide my fate
my brain Swept away by my lust to cause pain, mutilation is my only want The evil inside me gives me the strength to kill at will My life is the means
: Black rotting blood invades my ailing flesh, Destroys and burns me down alive, Ulcerated lips stinking of death, Excommunicated creators of mine, Blasphemous
your words For you adultered to my trust And that hurts me My blood is coagulating My purple vanes utter my fear Every bone transgresses my will My hands
