Piles of flesh buried by years. The sands of time are covering our eyes. Jaded by life. This nausea keeps going on growing. Aborted visions of tomorrow
As a desolated subway As an empty city street It takes me a way Towards oceans of concrete A grey walk into the void Through faceless humans Nauseating
this wait I'm loosing in just covering me my emotions, my memories Lost in the ages My soul infests my last places My cry Lost and forgotten by graves
Du gingst von mir in einer Stunde Es war die Stunde NullIch hatte meinen TiefpunktDu nahmst mir vieles krummAuf einmal da war keiner mehr daUnd half mir
me I'm just saying how I feel, man I ain't one of the Cosby's, I ain't go to Hill, man I guess the money should have changed him I guess I should have forgot
pocus, yo, what's the focus? Weak techniques you speak, the shit is bogus Even in a mortuary, slangin' some boom As I seek the knowledge from the womb to the tomb
Forgotten by death It's horrid not to be able to die Eternal life Forgotten Where is death Tangled in darkness Forgotten A blind sin Catacombs On the Tombs
you know that hope's returning Like a new bride to the groom There's no curse Just a mummy's tomb Mummy's tomb, mummy's tomb
these words they could; Whatever happened to the songs - the music that we made, and the joy we shared together as on me your fingers played? Are chose symphonies forgotten
The rain auditions at my window Its symphony echoes in my womb My gaze scans the walls of this apartment To rectify the confines of my tomb I'm the cyclops
Over the land there lies a long shadow, westward reaching wings of darkness. The tower trembles, to the tombs of kings doom aproaches. The dead awaken
Over the land there lies the long shadow. Westward reaching wings of darkness; The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings The doom approaches the Dead
: Years fly by with every minute I am dead before I'm born. I try to get out of my tomb The struggle inside makes me torn. I have lived forgotten Since
out of my tomb The struggle inside Makes me torn Years fly with every minute I'm dead I'm dead before I'm born I try to get out of my tomb The struggle
A Buried Crime Forgotten Adultery A Bastard Son Breeding Into The Corpse Under Grave Clothes Foetus Incubated Placenta Reeks Post-Mortem Pregnancy [Chorus
maimed Cold, dead and hard as it's exhumed from the womb The uterus its cradle, and its moist fetid tomb... Only scalpels left for playthings Swaddling
Where the good and bad And the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines palaces and towers resemble nothing That is ours Around by lifting winds forgot
runes of long forgotten language, enchantment over broken bones. sacred words of ancient wisdom, carved in marble, carved in stone. in a tomb his body
