The quicksand is rising I'll down once more then do it again Tired of fighting my war is Here how long has it been? Right on time Right on time All is
Decisions that kill And bullets that fly Lords of inferno That litter the sky Schizophrenic poems of death Machine ever after that never rests As the
As the sun sinks Life closes tired eyes As hello turns its back and It greets goodbye Never wanted to believe Or have to understand Time waits for no
The throes of extermination Holocaust of creation The ruthless hate from within Illusions that free one from sin Apocalyptic Psychosis tic Wheels of
The fall within this hole My eyes are blind yet I see Lifeless and dark No need to feel or be Mourned the passing of myself I saw today All that I once
Lightning from above Followed by hail Death from above In the wake of his trail A vision sent this child Becomes a man Blood of the past has chose His
The cold that burns The tide that drift away No more talks about tomorrow The past is gone and all that was today I cant forget the cold That fell January
hands Staring down on me No use of mercy with a Fistful of hate The light that once shined Has no long given way Embracing my end Becoming Black Sunday
and All that you'll ever know This brotherhood of snakes shall Rule and control The corruption of man his fate And his soul This flame of black which
: Exterminate the laws of all The sacred past Begins to fall The undying gods of death The disease it must be fed Parade of the dead The asylum marches
: The quicksand is rising I'll down once more then do it again Tired of fighting my war is Here how long has it been? Right on time Right on time All
: The throes of extermination Holocaust of creation The ruthless hate from within Illusions that free one from sin Apocalyptic Psychosis tic Wheels
: As the sun sinks Life closes tired eyes As hello turns its back and It greets goodbye Never wanted to believe Or have to understand Time waits for
: Decisions that kill And bullets that fly Lords of inferno That litter the sky Schizophrenic poems of death Machine ever after that never rests As
: (Instrumental)
: There is no absolution Never lose what was never there No regard for the future As for the past i never cared For the damned shall roll Out of control
: The cold that burns The tide that drift away No more talks about tomorrow The past is gone and all that was today I cant forget the cold That fell
