Song Lyrics
is this an illness
A perpetual rise and fall of weakness and will, an endless cycle of peaks and troughs
A chasing of the wind, or nothing more than a product of the human condition
pushed and pulled by criminal impulses
a perpetual rise and fall of weakness and will
or nothing more than a product of the human condition
Devoid of malicious intent, or nothing more than a product of the human condition
Devoid of malicious intent, just pissing in the wind
Pushed and pulled by criminal impulses, bathed in the stench of repeated offences
Just a mindless wanderer, is this an illness
A chasing of the wind, a convict digging up corpses of past victims to kill again
just pissing in the wind
A chasing of the wind, from blood to dust and back again
A chasing of the wind, just a mindless wanderer, just pissing in the wind
From blood to dust and back again, the recidivist retracing steps erring both left and right, a convict digging up corpses of past victims to kill again
Strangling putrefying flesh, pushed and pulled by criminal impulses
Or nothing more than a product of the human condition, pushed and pulled by criminal impulses
The recidivist retracing steps erring both left and right, or nothing more than a product of the human condition, to the very heart of darkness
The recidivist retracing steps erring both left and right, is this an illness Recidivist, yet there s no end in sight
Devoid of malicious intent, the recidivist retracing steps erring both left and right, yet there s no end in sight
Just pissing in the wind, devoid of malicious intent
A chasing of the wind, from blood to dust and back again, strangling putrefying flesh
an endless cycle of peaks and troughs