One Man Army & The Undead Quartet Stitch
Brain drained – So f..cked up to the core
Nothing but black holes and scars
Come and you will see me pay tribute to bullets
With lucid stars I decorate my friend
As death comes ripping there's no more pain
I am pushing my lungs for my love
I feel the panic of deadly purpose
Now my naked soul looks indeed rather cold
It's full f..cking throttle, a savage gauntlet
Can you see the light at the horizon?
Wounds tear up my temple of doom
It's my own bedroom funeral
Chaos driven by orders and insanity
I sleep alone where nothing is everything
As I count those lambs on their way to slaughter
In the ditch I crawl upon dismemberment
And I feel the stench of this sickened paradise
Stitch! Stitch! – Mental world of slavery
Stitch! Stitch! – Kill, kill, kill or be killed!
Time to regroup – Push through the dragons teeth
Come, beast within – Though hungry wolf come forth
Suicide machine – Antisurvival tactics
Yeah, the bloodtrail to freedom I follow
Stitch me the f..ck together
In the ditch I proceed to hold the line
Yeah, as I watch myself from distant worlds
Stitch! Stitch! – Clock is ticking slower and slower
Stitch! Stitch! – Ghost song explosion
Infected melody of tortured souls
Stitch! Stitch! Stitch! Stitch! Stitch me the f..ck together
