WHY CAN'T I BREATHE
STILL I SEE
DEAD ON THE TABLE
TRY TO MOVE, I'M
NOT ABLE TO
THEY SAID I HAVE DIED
I STILL FEEL ALIVE
I WON'T BELIEVE THEIR
LIES
STILL SEE THROUGH THESE
EYES
HELP ME, I'M NOT DEAD
WAKE ME FROM THIS HELL
TELL ME I'M ALIVE
DEAD
KNIVES CUTTING INTO ME
SCALPELS RIP ME
SCREAMING INTO DEAF EARS
NOW
THEY STOP AND SEE MY TEARS
HELP ME, I'M NOT DEAD
WAKE ME FROM THIS HELL
TELL ME I'M ALIVE
DEAD
I CAN'T STOP THE VISIONS
STOP THE PREMONITIONS
MY SOUL CAN'T ESCAPE
THE BOUNDARY OF MY FLESH
MY HEART DOES NOT
BEAT
MY SPIRIT DOES NOT REST
SOLO - J.OWEN
SOLO - R.BARRETT
SOLO - J.OWEN
SOLO - R.BARRETT
THEY SAID I HAVE DIED
I STILL FEEL ALIVE
I WON'T BELIEVE THEIR
LIES
I CAN STILL SEE THROUGH THESE
EYES
FUCKED WITH A KNIFE
MUSIC
BY A.WEBSTER
NO ESCAPE FROM YOUR FATE
DESTINED TO BE MINE
EVERY NIGHT I WAIT TO
SEE
IN THE DARK, WATCHING
STALKING YOUR EVERY MOVE
I KNOW WHEN YOU'RE
ALL ALONE
ALL ALONE
TIED TIGHT TO THE BED
LEGS SPREAD OPEN
BRUISED FLESH,
LACERATIONS
SKIN STAINED WITH BLOOD
I'M THE ONLY ONE YOU LOVE
I FEEL
HER HEART BEATING
MY KNIFE DEEP INSIDE
HER CROTCH IS BLEEDING
SHE LIKED THE WAY IT FELT INSIDE HER
FUCKING HER HARDER, HARDER
SHE LIKED THE WAY IT FELT INSIDE HER
FUCKING HER HARDER, HARDER
STICK IT IN
RIP THE SKIN
CARVE AND TWIST
TORN FLESH
FROM BEHIND
I CUT HER CROTCH
IN HER ASS
I STUCK MY COCK
KILLING
AS I CUM
STRIPPED, RAPED, AND STRANGLED
MUSIC BY A.WEBSTER, J.OWEN, R.BARRETT
THEY THINK THEY KNOW WHO I AM
ALL THEY KNOW IS I LOVE TO KILL
FACE
DOWN, DEAD ON THE GROUND
FIND ME BEFORE ANOTHER IS FOUND
I COME ALIVE IN THE DARKNESS
LEFT MURDERED AND NAMELESS
DEAD UNBURIED
AND ROTTEN
HALF EATEN BY INSECTS
SHE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL
I HAD TO KILL HER
TIED HER UP
AND TAPED HER MOUTH SHUT
COULDN'T SCREAM
RAPED
VIOLENTLY
ROPE TIGHT, AROUND HER THROAT
HER BODY TWITCHES
AS SHE CHOKES
STRANGULATION CAUSED HER DEATH
JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHERS
RAPED BEFORE
AND AFTER DEATH
STRIPPED, NAKED, TORTURED
THEY'RE ALL DEAD, THEY'RE ALL DEAD
THEY'RE ALL DEAD BY STRANGULATION
I COME ALIVE IN THE DARKNESS
LEFT MURDERED AND NAMELESS
DEAD UNBURIED
AND ROTTEN
HALF EATEN BY INSECTS
IT FELT SO GOOD TO KILL
I TOOK THEIR LIVES AWAY
SEVEN DEAD, LYING ROTTEN
UNBURIED
VICTIMS
THEIR NAKED BODIES PUTREFY
STRANGULATION CAUSED HER DEATH
JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHERS
RAPED BEFORE
AND AFTER DEATH
STRIPPED, NAKED, TORTURED
THEY'RE ALL DEAD, THEY'RE ALL DEAD
THEY'RE ALL DEAD BY STRANGULATION
I COME ALIVE IN THE DARKNESS
LEFT MURDERED AND NAMELESS
DEAD UNBURIED
AND ROTTEN
HALF EATEN BY INSECTS
THEY THINK THEY KNOW WHO I AM
ALL THEY KNOW IS I LOVE TO KILL
FACE
DOWN, DEAD ON THE GROUND
FIND ME BEFORE ANOTHER IS FOUND
PULVERIZED
MUSIC BY
J.OWEN, A.WEBSTER
TEMPTATION TO KILL AGAIN
THE SENSATION COMES OVER ME
AN ADDICTION TO
MURDERING
I CAN'T STOP KILLING
YOU TRIED TO STOP ME
DEAD, BEFORE YOU STARTED
PUT ME AWAY
BEFORE I
PUT ANOTHER
IN THE GRAVE
PULVERIZED
KNOCKED DOWN IT CAME UP BEHIND ME
IN THE
DARK
OVERWHELMED, I FEEL LIFE SLIP FROM ME
THIS ISN'T HAPPENING,
PULVERIZED
I WON'T SUSTAIN THESE INJURIES
PICK UP THE PIECES OF ME
TEMPTATION TO KILL AGAIN
THE SENSATION COMES OVER ME
AN ADDICTION TO
MURDERING
I CAN'T STOP KILLING
YOU TRIED TO STOP ME
DEAD, BEFORE YOU STARTED
PUT ME AWAY
BEFORE I
PUT ANOTHER
IN THE GRAVE
PULVERIZED
KNOCKED DOWN IT CAME UP BEHIND ME
IN THE
DARK
OVERWHELMED, I FEEL LIFE SLIP FROM ME
THIS ISN'T HAPPENING,
PULVERIZED
I WON'T SUSTAIN THESE INJURIES
PICK UP THE PIECES OF ME
TEMPTATION TO KILL AGAIN
THE SENSATION COMES OVER ME
AN ADDICTION TO
MURDERING
I CAN'T STOP KILLING
YOU TRIED TO STOP ME
DEAD, BEFORE YOU STARTED
PUT ME AWAY
BEFORE I
PUT ANOTHER
IN THE GRAVE
PULVERIZED
AN ADDICTION TO MURDERING
I CAN'T STOP
RETURN TO FLESH
MUSIC BY
A.WEBSTER, J.OWEN
BLEEDING WOUNDS NEVER CLOT
EVEN AFTER DEATH
MURDERED DEAD LOOK ON FROM
BEYOND
NEVER TO RETURN
NO WAY BACK AT ALL
TRAPPED
BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH
WE CAN'T RETURN TO
FLESH
I'M DEAD NOW
LIFE HAS PASSED
IN THE GRAVE
NO LIFE LEFT
MOVE ON
TO
THE OTHER SIDE
ROTTEN
I HAVE DIED
MURDER TOOK MY LIFE AWAY
I WILL NEVER REST
DEAD, REACHING FROM THE
GRAVE
SO COLD IN THIS PLACE
SOLO - J.OWEN
I'M DEAD NOW
LIFE HAS PASSED
IN THE GRAVE
NO LIFE LEFT
MOVE ON
TO
THE OTHER SIDE
ROTTEN
I HAVE DIED
MURDER TOOK MY LIFE AWAY
I WILL NEVER REST
DEAD, REACHING FROM THE
GRAVE
SO COLD IN THIS PLACE
NO WAY BACK AT ALL
TRAPPED
BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH
I WILL COME BACK
THE PICK-AXE MURDERS
MUSIC BY A.WEBSTER
SOLO - J.OWEN
YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OVER, IT'S NOT OVER
I CAME BACK, I BROUGHT MY AXE
IN THE SHADOWS, ALONE IN THE DARK
YOUNG VICTIMS I STALK
YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OVER, IT'S NOT OVER
I CAME BACK
FROM THE GRAVE
TO MUTILATE
AXED IN THE BACK
PICK THROUGH THE NECK
DEAD LIKE THE REST
MOLESTED AND LEFT
LIMBS SPLIT IN HALF
I RUPTURED THEIR
FLESH
PUNCTURE WOUNDS
TO THE HEAD
BONE FRAGMENTS CLOT TO THE HATCHET
KNEE-DEEP IN THE BLOOD OF THE
DEAD
CRANIAL SEPARATION
SEX WITH HER SEVERED HEAD
ROTTEN WALKING DEAD
HUNTING LIVING VICTIMS
SHE WAS ASKING FOR IT
MUSIC BY
A.WEBSTER, J.OWEN, R.BARRETT
SOLO - BARRETT
TAKE ME BACK
BACK TO THE SCENE
IT'S COMING BACK
I REMEMBER HER
SCREAMS
THE FEAR IN HER EYE
THE NIGHT SHE DIED
IT LEFT ME
EMPTY
HOLLOW INSIDE
DEAD TO THE WORLD, I SEE ONLY BLACK, THERE'S BLOOD ON MY HANDS
DEAD TO THE
WORLD, I SEE ONLY BLACK, THE BLOOD OF THE DEAD
FEELINGS DEEP INSIDE
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
CAN'T FALL ASLEEP AT NIGHT
I
TRY AND WAKE IN FRIGHT
TOUCH OF HER SKIN
NEXT TO MINE
WARM AND
WET
DEEP INSIDE
DEAD TO THE WORLD, I SEE ONLY BLACK, THERE'S BLOOD ON MY HANDS
DEAD TO THE
WORLD, I SEE ONLY BLACK, THE BLOOD OF THE DEAD
I WRAPPED MY HANDS AROUND HER NECK
SQUEEZING OUT HER BREATH
EYES ROLLED
BACK IN HER HEAD
CLAWING AT MY SKIN
I KNOW NOW IT'S NOT MY FAULT
SHE
WAS ASKING FOR IT
MEMORIES
CAME BACK TO ME
IN THE NIGHT
I HEAR HER
SCREAMS
WAITING
IN THE GRAVE
CALLING OUT
COME TO ME
I HEAR HER SCREAMING
WAITING - IN THE GRAVE
CALLING OUT,
BUT SHE'S BURIED
WAITING - IN THE GRAVE
COME TO ME
I HEAR HER
SCREAMING
WAITING
I WRAPPED MY HANDS AROUND HER NECK
SQUEEZING OUT HER BREATH
EYES ROLLED
BACK IN HER HEAD
CLAWING AT MY SKIN
I KNOW NOW IT'S NOT MY FAULT
SHE
WAS ASKING FOR IT
MEMORIES
CAME BACK TO ME
IN THE NIGHT
I HEAR HER
SCREAMS
WAITING
IN THE GRAVE
CALLING OUT
I REMEMBER HER SCREAMS
THE NIGHT SHE DIED
I LEFT HER EMPTY
HOLLOW
INSIDE
DEAD TO THE WORLD, I SEE ONLY BLACK, THERE'S BLOOD ON MY HANDS
DEAD TO THE
WORLD, I SEE ONLY BLACK, THE BLOOD OF THE DEAD
THE BLEEDING
MUSIC BY
J.OWEN
BLEEDING
SLICING THROUGH THE FLESH
A KNIFE STUCK IN YOUR NECK
STABBING OUT YOUR
EYES
CUTTING THROUGH THE SPINE
BLOOD BURNING THROUGH MY VEINS
WE HAVE RISEN FROM THE GRAVE
LIVE, LIFE
DEAD FOR YEARS, NOW ALIVE
THE DEAD CAME TO LIFE
DEAD CREATURES OUT FOR BLOOD
AFTER DEATH WE WILL AWAKEN
UNHUMAN BEINGS
FROM BEYOND
ROTTING ZOMBIES OUT FOR BLOOD
BLEED, BLEED
BLEEDING THROUGH MY PORES
CLOTTED PUS, CRUSTS MY SKIN
MY BODY
COLD
BUT I LIVE ON
BLEEDING
THE DEAD AWAKEN, LIVING ROTTEN
ROTTEN LIVING DEAD
BLOOD BURNING THROUGH MY VEINS
WE HAVE RISEN FROM THE GRAVE
LIVE, LIFE - DEAD
FORCE FED BROKEN GLASS
MUSIC BY A.WEBSTER, J.OWEN, R.BARRETT
FLESH STARTS TO RIP
GOUGING THROUGH SKIN
FROM THE THROAT
BLOOD
GUSHES
GLANDULAR ERUPTION
BLISTERED SKIN SECRETION
INTERNAL
PUNCTURES
BLOOD REGURGITATION
GAGGING, CHOKING, ON BROKEN GLASS
SHREDDED MUSCLE TISSUE
WOUNDS TOO DEEP TO HEAL
SEVERED
ESOPHAGUS
TONGUE SPLIT IN HALF
LUNGS FILL WITH BLOOD
AS VOCAL CHORDS
COLLAPSE
ORAL SEX
WITH BROKEN GLASS
RUPTURED FLESH
RIPPED THROUGH THE
NECK
MUTILATE
PULSING VEINS
SLICED WINDPIPE
FLESH STARTS TO RIP
GOUGING THROUGH SKIN
FROM THE THROAT
BLOOD
GUSHES
GLANDULAR ERUPTION
BLISTERED SKIN SECRETION
INTERNAL
PUNCTURES
BLOOD REGURGITATION
WOUNDS TOO DEEP TO HEAL
IN ME
TORN TRACHEA
SPLINTERED SKIN
DOWN
THE THROAT
CHOKE
LUNGS FILL WITH BLOOD
AS VOCAL CHORDS COLLAPSE
ORAL
SEX, WITH BROKEN GLASS
AN EXPERIMENT IN HOMICIDE
MUSIC BY A.WEBSTER, R.BARRETT, J.OWEN
WALK AWAY, INTO THE DARK
COME MY WAY. TERROR
I AM THE EVIL WITHIN EACH
SOUL
I TAKE THE SPIRITS OF THOSE I KILL
MURDERED
DECOMPOSITION, THE BODY ROTS
ROTTING, ROTTING BODY PARTS
I KILLED THE
FIRST
TO EXPERIMENT
I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU
I JUST WANT TO KILL YOU
TORTURE, I START TO CUT
CARVING, BLOOD SLOWLY CLOTS
HORRORS,
MUTILATIONS
HOMICIDAL EXPERIMENTATIONS
I SET THE DEAD ON FIRE
TO DECAY IN FLAME
HOMICIDAL DESIRE
MORE ARE MARKED FOR MURDER
MORE VICTIMS TO CAPTURE
BUTCHERED
BODIES HANG DEAD
DRAINED OF ALL THEIR BLOOD
PIECES SEWN ON
BACKWARDS
NECKS WITH NO HEADS
MUTILATED, DEAD
HOMICIDAL DESIRE
MORE ARE MARKED FOR MURDER
MORE VICTIMS TO BUTCHER
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