Left Hand Solution Lyrics
Left Hand Solution Lyrics
"The Futile Passion Lyrics"
Indian Poker Parts 2 & 3 Lyrics
Instrumental (dedicated to the late Timmy Taylor of Brainiac)
Instrumental (dedicated to the late Timmy Taylor of Brainiac)
[Words & music: Barthold]
In the gallery of lost hopes
We stand as mortal shells
In this futile passion
Let the whorish smile seduce you
In this sickne
You Don't Have To Worry Lyrics
chorus: No fear, no shame, you don't have to worry 'Bout a thang No fear, no sha
ss we all carry chorus: No fear, no shame, you don't have to worry 'Bout a thang No fear, no sha
Let the insects crawl you through
On this sweet and sickly day
My soiled hands dig in the mould
Where all beauty lies rotting
In the gallery of
Days Turn Blue to Gray Lyrics
Thou have fathered Son and daughter Doth begat, yet raised not bother Paralyz
lost hopes Thou have fathered Son and daughter Doth begat, yet raised not bother Paralyz
You pass between my memories
As morality dies in my heart
Let the whorish smile seduce you
On this sweet and sickly day
White sheets drenched
The Bitter Man Lyrics
So call me the bitter man cos I do no longer care. Tear off my skin, look deep in my sou
With bodily fluids that dry on my skin So call me the bitter man cos I do no longer care. Tear off my skin, look deep in my sou
Experience the infection I bring
I cling to you in fever and lay myself into your sea
And let the nausea wash through me