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Tercüme: II Kill. Wicca Man.
Mass hypnosis in demand Subconsciousness plays another hand Ask the question 'Do I know who I am' Reality a concept I can't understand Fountain of truth
Blessed are the words 'Of my free will', The God given right to decide Yet I am the canvas for your design, Freedom of speech redefined I am like a
Why would a parasite kill the host? And why will all that is life decompose? Let striving cease Let my vicious circles be complete Human nature, self
This is my skin, battered and blue, this is my body, broken for you This is my world, a sickening view, this is my blood which I spill for you Cut away
glass house grows, vicious circles in your vast deep below Poisoned tongue - retaliate - life is like a figure of eight Divide, control, conquered domain The bitch that bred this
Visions of that day, playing frame by frame Right before my eyes, here's how two worlds collide The missing link in a chained event The signs I missed
Suffocated, born and bred indoctrinated right and wrong, the right words the wrong song I understand, mainlined since your lies began, for years the
Heroin, flowing through, the veins of our heavenly God It deadens the pain of his fallen creation, narcotic oblivion Anaesthetised and tranquilised -
rhyme nor any reason Can't face the facts, a hostile new age, I hate these words, I cannot turn the page This is, this is, this is - This is
Unfolding, revealing brand-new Defined, arise, the butterfly dies Something outside me just has to come in Can purity and innocence ever truly be a sin
weak may kneel, in strength I stand Suffocated vows, salvation found, your sacred cow bleeds, the great god you feed Your Gods, Kill Your Gods, Kill
Iam Christ, yet I'm Judas too, I am one, Yet my mind is torn in two No love lost, I have no alibi, Iscariot's kiss, Watch Pilot wash his hands in piss
My life regressed, childhood's caress Childhood, like the waiting room of the world Unaware of the pain that lies beyond Unaware of the life of pain
Sinking sand swirling at my throat, venom floats, my memories overdose As a child a split reality, licking my wounds from playground brutality Symptoms
true friend My symphony still my requiem Tranquility still what I most hate My philosophy breeds to spite your distaste I who am I? What is this place