| 作曲 : Jesus Christ!, Thorne | |
| A beginning brings forth questions. | |
| Answered are these with lie upon web. | |
| Shiver, does the child draped in it's disgrace. | |
| The web grows like a poisonous vine fed by storybook filth, tangling it's hypocritical mass around the throat of human instinct like a self-perpetuating noose. | |
| The one dangling in rage, refusing to choke, gains a dagger to sever all ties to the vine of self-deceit. | |
| Consuming the melody of shrieking horrorжthe blade penetrates as he becomes in harmony with his action. | |
| The constant twilight of the forbidden is unveiled, revealing darkness to be ravished forever by the intellect of | |
| BLACKEYES. | |
| Disgusted by the pathetic pleading swollen holes of the "holy" | |
| BLACKEYES | |
| Prepared to protect any path he hath chosen. | |
| BLACKEYES | |
| Contempt for all benevolent spinners now clinging to the vine. | |
| FEELING, S | |
| EEING, KNO | |
| WING, BEIN | |
| Gж Lift your sword, slice the vine. | |
| Feast on pleasure, swim in life's wine. | |
| Take your vengeance now and rise, torment those who fear | |
| BLACKEYES | |
| All who waste life on bended knees are begging for death to take them, so be it go humbly to your god in white. | |
| Look to my | |
| Blackeyes for a reflection of your fright. | |
| Run christian soldier, for our army approaches! | |
| Smile christian daughters for the snapshot of your annihilation. | |
| Know this slaves of christ. | |
| Our pulse quickens with the thought of your death. | |
| Prey pawns on your knees! | |
| Prey to the god you fear to protect you! | |
| Blackeyes bring forth hell inside catacombs of a web now sighing with the weight of helo's drenched in blood of a million spinners. | |
| Join us little children, or be sent to your empty promise land in tears of | |
| RED Lift your sword, slice the vine. | |
| Feast on pleasure, drink life's wine. | |
| Take your vengeance now and rise, torment those who fear | |
| BLACKEYES. | |
| What be is | |
| FREE Join us little children before it's to late, and we shall send you in tears of red straight to heaven's gate. |
| zuo qu : Jesus Christ!, Thorne | |
| A beginning brings forth questions. | |
| Answered are these with lie upon web. | |
| Shiver, does the child draped in it' s disgrace. | |
| The web grows like a poisonous vine fed by storybook filth, tangling it' s hypocritical mass around the throat of human instinct like a selfperpetuating noose. | |
| The one dangling in rage, refusing to choke, gains a dagger to sever all ties to the vine of selfdeceit. | |
| Consuming the melody of shrieking horror the blade penetrates as he becomes in harmony with his action. | |
| The constant twilight of the forbidden is unveiled, revealing darkness to be ravished forever by the intellect of | |
| BLACKEYES. | |
| Disgusted by the pathetic pleading swollen holes of the " holy" | |
| BLACKEYES | |
| Prepared to protect any path he hath chosen. | |
| BLACKEYES | |
| Contempt for all benevolent spinners now clinging to the vine. | |
| FEELING, S | |
| EEING, KNO | |
| WING, BEIN | |
| G Lift your sword, slice the vine. | |
| Feast on pleasure, swim in life' s wine. | |
| Take your vengeance now and rise, torment those who fear | |
| BLACKEYES | |
| All who waste life on bended knees are begging for death to take them, so be it go humbly to your god in white. | |
| Look to my | |
| Blackeyes for a reflection of your fright. | |
| Run christian soldier, for our army approaches! | |
| Smile christian daughters for the snapshot of your annihilation. | |
| Know this slaves of christ. | |
| Our pulse quickens with the thought of your death. | |
| Prey pawns on your knees! | |
| Prey to the god you fear to protect you! | |
| Blackeyes bring forth hell inside catacombs of a web now sighing with the weight of helo' s drenched in blood of a million spinners. | |
| Join us little children, or be sent to your empty promise land in tears of | |
| RED Lift your sword, slice the vine. | |
| Feast on pleasure, drink life' s wine. | |
| Take your vengeance now and rise, torment those who fear | |
| BLACKEYES. | |
| What be is | |
| FREE Join us little children before it' s to late, and we shall send you in tears of red straight to heaven' s gate. |
| zuò qǔ : Jesus Christ!, Thorne | |
| A beginning brings forth questions. | |
| Answered are these with lie upon web. | |
| Shiver, does the child draped in it' s disgrace. | |
| The web grows like a poisonous vine fed by storybook filth, tangling it' s hypocritical mass around the throat of human instinct like a selfperpetuating noose. | |
| The one dangling in rage, refusing to choke, gains a dagger to sever all ties to the vine of selfdeceit. | |
| Consuming the melody of shrieking horror the blade penetrates as he becomes in harmony with his action. | |
| The constant twilight of the forbidden is unveiled, revealing darkness to be ravished forever by the intellect of | |
| BLACKEYES. | |
| Disgusted by the pathetic pleading swollen holes of the " holy" | |
| BLACKEYES | |
| Prepared to protect any path he hath chosen. | |
| BLACKEYES | |
| Contempt for all benevolent spinners now clinging to the vine. | |
| FEELING, S | |
| EEING, KNO | |
| WING, BEIN | |
| G Lift your sword, slice the vine. | |
| Feast on pleasure, swim in life' s wine. | |
| Take your vengeance now and rise, torment those who fear | |
| BLACKEYES | |
| All who waste life on bended knees are begging for death to take them, so be it go humbly to your god in white. | |
| Look to my | |
| Blackeyes for a reflection of your fright. | |
| Run christian soldier, for our army approaches! | |
| Smile christian daughters for the snapshot of your annihilation. | |
| Know this slaves of christ. | |
| Our pulse quickens with the thought of your death. | |
| Prey pawns on your knees! | |
| Prey to the god you fear to protect you! | |
| Blackeyes bring forth hell inside catacombs of a web now sighing with the weight of helo' s drenched in blood of a million spinners. | |
| Join us little children, or be sent to your empty promise land in tears of | |
| RED Lift your sword, slice the vine. | |
| Feast on pleasure, drink life' s wine. | |
| Take your vengeance now and rise, torment those who fear | |
| BLACKEYES. | |
| What be is | |
| FREE Join us little children before it' s to late, and we shall send you in tears of red straight to heaven' s gate. |
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