Из альбома: Phobia

I hear… The dead
Voices inside my head
Return… Again
Insomnia — no sleep
Voices are with me And they scream unbearably
Murder — the only way
They need more blood with alarming rate
Thank god there’s more to kill and rape
The only way they’ll go away
I dwell in my destiny
To live a life in lunacy
Murder… Murder
Kill now or hear the… Aaaaaaaaaaarrrggghh…
Voices
Something is wrong with me I see dreams i shouldn’t see
I get no rest or a silent night
Without a dead body by my side
Yet, i hail my legacy
To walk knee deep through depravity
Old school torture and sex
With bodies i now detest
My soul has been erased
Felt it crumble every day
I call this a fair trade
The void of sounds will soon remain
The void of sounds will soon remain

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