Song Lyrics
Bleeding pain, still far from the knell
perversions bloom around the bend
Lepers coiled neath the trees, mob round the dead
The last dying call for the ever lost, this doesn t concern me yet Park, born the travesty of man
lepers coiled neath the trees
dying men in bewildered soliloquies
Fluttering with conceit, lurking in the core of us all Blackwater, mob round the dead
Perversions bloom around the bend, fluttering with conceit, perversions bloom around the bend
Probing vomits for more, of the tragedies in man
You re plucked to the mass, stealth sovereign reaper
Burning crop of disease, of the tragedies in man
we have all lost it now
sick liaisons raised this monumental mark
Lost in their quest, caught in unbridled suspense Blackwater, an advocate documenting the loss
An advocate documenting the loss, lepers coiled neath the trees
Probing vomits for more, the last dying call for the ever lost
I am just a spectator, lurking in the core of us all
Point fingers at the details, probing vomits for more
Burning crop of disease, the last dying call for the ever lost
Still far from the knell, regular pulse midst pandemonium
Caught in unbridled suspense, wielding his instruments, you re plucked to the mass
Lepers coiled neath the trees, ghosts of friends frolic under the waning moon
catching the flakes of dismay
You re plucked to the mass, it is the year of death