Album Name : Corpse Breed Syndrome
Release Date : 2008-11-21
Song Duration : 3:36
5 Star Grave Core Dead
Flickering chains of doleful regret
the edge of supremacy painted bloodred
used and abused just barely breathing
a chemical addiction in shape of a man
legs fail to carry me forth [surrender]
cold fear is taking control [betrayer]
broken unable to watch [the way I feel now]
frozen just like a corpse [another failure]
D-E-A-D
fractal crimson red
D-E-A-D
manipulatin' every breath
D-E-A-D
waitin' for the final blow
D-E-A-D
flowin' down my throat...
and still I'm cravin' for more
I've seen the world in shades of red
I've seen the future it looks so dead
a forlorn cry to the endless mist
a shallow grave down into the abyss
I've seen the spectre of another sun
two steps ahead and six feet beyond
I've seen the glory in a plastic sack
Dispatched home for a grave to erect
Massacre's rivers flowing bloodred
funeral fumes the stench of the dead
a ravenous thirst devouring my soul
the echoes of war lost far in the cold
rain is starting to fall [who cares now]
washin' the dark of my soul [too late god]
ravens gathering fast [endless morgue]
who knows if I'll ever reach [tomorrow]
D-E-A-D
fractal crimson red
D-E-A-D
manipulatin' every breath
D-E-A-D
waitin' for the final blow
D-E-A-D
flowin' down my throat...
and still I'm cravin' for more
I've seen the world in shades of red
I've seen the future it looks so dead
a forlorn cry to the endless mist
a shallow grave down into the abyss
I've seen the spectre of another sun
two steps ahead and six feet beyond
I've seen the glory in a plastic sack
Dispatched home for a grave to erect
D-E-A-D
[solo]
D-E-A-D
fractal crimson red
D-E-A-D
manipulatin' every breath
D-E-A-D
waitin' for the final blow
D-E-A-D
flowin' down my throat...
and still I'm cravin' for more
I've seen the world in shades of red
I've seen the future it looks so dead
a forlorn cry to the endless mist
a shallow grave down into the abyss
I've seen the spectre of another sun
two steps ahead and six feet beyond
I've seen the glory in a plastic sack
Dispatched home for a grave to erect
The sky is turning red
