Paroles de Feelings Of Metal Through Flesh

Spears of glass Straight through the hands Slice by slice The feelings of Metal through flesh is ecstasy Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires The dream becomes very real The only way To stop the hunger is feed the pain Feed the pain Insane thoughts of suicide brought To life suicide brought to life The dream becomes very real As the graves are wombs For the embryos to grow Soulless merchants search for sufferers The suffering! Cut by cut The liquid life runs from the body Stabbing wounds bust the innards The skin becomes the canvas For the suffering THE SUFFERING! Dead, dead alive Living, living to be Dead, dead alive Living, living to be As the graves are wombs For the embryos to grow Soulless merchants search for sufferers Spears of glass Straight through the hands Slice by slice The feelings of Metal through flesh is ecstasy Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires Brought to life The dream becomes very real Dead, dead alive Living, living to be Dead, dead alive Living, living to be DEAD!