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SWAMP TERRORISTS
Grow-Speed-Injection
1. RATSKIN
The fire cast a shade in fact not to care to
Return someones laughter so what will remain of me
Some bone a skull and a dim memory a tear a schismatic
Sneer about love and trust you dope
2. HIDDEN (CRAB!)
Slights on thorne thrust aside possibilities and might is
Riding on steely massive steelts slights on thorne show
Me the face of betrayal precerious sacrificing for a
Cloudy empire rip it up cardinal sin sly persuade with
Sheer pure force watch outside unasked beings fired up
By your so called sense just a purblind selfdefence
Master obstuse we contemn your ignorance rip it up
4. SKIZZO PIERCE
A path is on fire under the black sun
Fleeing clouds fading lust some prowling victim stand
On the ground where hope will never cease to range a
Vail of lead grining at the sun a bounded mind capability
To forget save them from a tragedy complaining spoils
In front of the dark storm at the terminal of ending
Beings seeking for painting looks waiting for a surprising
Embrace looking for bright flames but their shadows
Melt my grace a path is on fire a vail if lead grinning at
The sun like a bitch in a world without sidewalks
5. REBUFF!
All the faith is extinguished growed weary first then
Died out endangering your validity puting to death your
Hole hope they let you diving in your own blood they
Mutilate your shaked delight burn the temper of euphoria
7. GREEN BLOOD
8. BRAINTRASH
Love-bound fever-sweat fatality rising misery shriek of
Terror riven heart headwound dispair down cast civil
Strain total gush greed brain-trash moving down where
The angels sit with dumb blind eyes approach the final
Eclipse and the granted sin
10. RAWHEAD
Unfocused
Sagasity or already destroyed wish to grow blind in
view of our empty minds wicked hope trembling bones
White doves crash down saw grief in their faces before
They felt it's left a prevert rag unuseful for a simple
Pelt spiting of blood in face of this kind of peace we're
Not creatures only aces of our seeded plague creeping
Hidden zeal is escorting the grower of hate
11. S.S.M.
It's nothing to caress in asolitude dream in witch trees are
Wrestling in tasteless steam defaced fortune and
Worthless bow there are massive doubts and wounds in
Your pillow no heaven above you no choice of blissful
Life no fancy for timidty while your blood is leaking out
The creack is loud like a bursting shot when your delight
Grows dark and blear garnished futility is torturing
Your force and miles of beauty are freezing up in sneer
No heaven above you
12. DROP THE DIG
Out of despair
Suddently cutting seeing the involuntary dull exult
Thrashing with unwashed hands i hear your screams die
In the ditch we never lost this fuse of an artificial survive
Standing the test in the last resort guard your teight
Chains inferiored like useless screams draw back your lies.