secret power? Mmm....better close those eyes (Feels so good) Living under city towers (Feels so right) Fallen apples rotting under (Feels so good) Warming under
[Music & Lyrics : Jesus Christ !] deceased not dead my fire burns procession of my rotting worms heads in hand and silent moans rotting cloth remains
deep. Stopped between mountains and frozen lake. The darkest evening of the year, I came and wrote upon a cross of wood For the rotting flesh lying under
constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the bitter winter moon Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide
try to box with God, there's no contest So keep on thinking this shit is sweet I was caught in a sandstorm; put you under the Middle East You got it
went down so very deep Well, the well went down to hell O Mamma O Mamma Poor Orpheus woke up with a start All amongst the rotting dead His lyre tacked safe under
wet Someone advised me to die Blowing your mind 'cause you know what you'll find When you're looking for things in the sky Under the influence Rotting
advised me to die Blowing your mind 'cause you'll know what you'll find When you're looking for things in the sky Under the influence Rotting our nerves
and relax and smoke those I know the Low Pros, 1520's in this house Got a joint in my hand, blunt in my mouth, gun to the sky, bumping More Bounce Party
clouds of fog and ice, We are gathered under a dark starry sky, Our pagan fires are burning in the night, Flames rise high up to the sky; unholy omen
corpses and vultures in the sky Hail the masters of the nuclear universe Fear and loathing on planet Nazarene Black blood flows and infects everything Rotting
the most sacred of all Consumed by the crimson soil A drapery of death blackens the sky What was life is not left to putrefy Under the cloak of alleged
the flames in my hand Engulfed in fire, both sky and land When you close your eyes I will strike from within Infesting your mind, getting under your
a kid crouced full of sadness Lets his boat go drifting out Into the evening sun We sailed through constellations and were rutted by the storm I crumpled under