I guess I'm at it again,
Nodding off in my room,
Fall apart to the beat,
Stop my heart before noon,
let's draw a line in the sand,
Let's do a line anyway,
We've got no limit and cash in our hands,
I hear the Dr. is in,
I hate the man in the mirror,
Crush it up on a plate,
Fell the drip in the back of your throat,
Then you forfeit your fate,
The room keeps spinning, I'm going insane,
I'm floating away from myself, trapped inside of my brain,
And here they come, with their white coats pushing it thrills,
For the patients, scum of the earth,
A plague to humanity, devoured by monsters, destroying my sanity,
But I'm scared because I bring it on myself,
But i don't need help, at least that's what i like to preach,
Preach as I pop em!
Find a way, everyday, as I pray to the capsule god,
On my knees begging please, religion my the milligram,
Because it feels so good too, wouldn't stood if i could,
Won't stop until it kills you,
Numb what is real, one foot in the casket, one foot in the grave.
So save all your lectures, I'm a soul you can't save,
You're wasting your time, I'm fading to black,
I'm too far gone,
Theres no coming back.
True fucking darkness from the depths of American filth Maestro's PROFANATICA!! Paul Ledney and his cohorts dish up an unmatched dirge of demonic proportions!! Matt DEMONINACHT
I cant even choose a favorite, have been waiting for a restock for years and still cant believe i finally will have my copy. Favorite producer on the planet, just over the top. Thanks for this! senes