war Morphine, chill scream, bad dream Serving as numbers on dog tags, flak rags, sand bags Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen Your flesh
eternal soul Wake up shining Mon camarade Resurrection Lit de parade Lit de parade Plaisir de nirvana Lit de parade Lit de parade Plaisir de nirvana
I'm sure I am only flesh, blood and bones my skin and everything light is running through my scarlet veins for sure there's always one little soul making
Cut off your nose to spite your face You cannot deny your natural desires Sell the soul away parade into oblivion Depravity transgress swallow the fear
Pressing flesh until your fingers tingle Worldwide socialites unite Okay, alright The band is grander than I recall The talk is cultured, if a little small Keep parading
to art besides that peace-full sea I'll be that cat with a ring on a pillow shouting finally Take a number, the apple seeds rained upon each slumber A hundred thousand freaks on parade
to grief Discarded prayers - Fear of living grows Depletion continues - At phenomenal rates Voices screaming - Counting losses Suffering immortal Wounding opposition - Parade
I'm not your fucking dog The feverous speech The flesh is weak, contained by laws They reek of domestic life Parading for the Matricides Field of probes
lungs Reduce my flesh to plastic The needle hits the vein Advance, decline, the visual narcotic preys in sequence Parading in the essence of demons,
[Lyrics: J. Jansson / M. Schulman] The murder parade is back again Filled with hate and shining eyes Time for some action and killing pain Beware of
guaranteed that I dropped that You can't top that I'm here to put them rumors to rest Fuck the past Fuck the present I'm the future in the flesh [chorus
through the stranger... The Watcher's eye, the noble liar It's time for the merchant and his help for sale... Blades to cut wicked flesh On a merchantman
Like scarecrows: too tired to dance Too ashamed to look up Taunted by their shadows Their empty stares licked at your back But at your parade we saw
Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh? PHANTOM That fate which condemns me To wallow in blood Has also denied me The joys of the flesh This
world Wealth parades as happiness More and more means less and less No tragedy remains unseen Beaming into every home Makes me shiver to the bone Flesh
There is no one on the air I chase parading ghosts in burning memory Through empty shells of stolen moments As all the stains are reassuring us That they
come between us It's written in the stars Save me from fading afraid The tears of a fool on parade Quietly turn into stone Make me flesh and bone Well
the mics alot to do with pride, its necessary, to bury involuntary, like mandatory suicide. government style. theres nothing more fresh than a stove covered with flesh