Insight 23 Backwash
Knuckles white, hear them crack
I should never like what isn't mine
Now I'm suffering subliminal attacks
The uncontrollable anger, passion left far behind
To help with luck, love, drugs and lust
Desensitizing thoughts of Christ
No repentance, feel no remorse
That there's no yearning for life, can't understand what it's worth
Now I'm supposed to be calm
But I, I just want to break things
Are you satisfied?
Are you satisfied it's dead?
Are you satisfied?
Satisfied we're finally dead
Left us breathing in fumes (bleeding)
And breathing in fumes (bleeding)
In the backwash of your abuse
Are you satisfied it's dead?
No one else knows what's inside your head
And the victims once were all on your side
But no one's left
Now they're buried and dead (bleeding)
And breathing in fumes (bleeding)
And breathing in fumes (bleeding)
And breathing in fumes
Never ask me to beg
Shouldn't want me to lie
I'm venomous
What could you want from this now?...
Do you know what it's like to sleep
When you're frightened of the things you find
Left hidden in the dark subconscience
Of your stark-raving lunatic mind
Hold tight, these shattered pictures
The cuts are deep, our smiling faces still bleed
I broke them all
(Bleeding)
All the noise infiltrates my spirit, wants out
Don't let go, live and breathe energy
Cut throat-action dissolves inhibition
Kill silence to no end
And when you fall before the gates of God
And rear an ugly head, an infant holocaustrophobia
Pour it down my throat...
Pour it down my throat and kill, you want to...
Kill
