Amentia Miasma (The Deduction Of Stoved Agony) Songtext
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Never did I see another way for me
My bane was sucked at birth, my veins contaminated
I died at birth a cauterized brain death
There will never be another fucking way for me
Emotions uncontrolled
Searched their way out off my lacerated soul
Hatred transformed
Stimulated in human slaughter orgies so foul
Amentia unleashed
My bane was sucked at birth, my veins contaminated
I died at birth a cauterized brain death
There will never be another fucking way for me
Emotions uncontrolled
Searched their way out off my lacerated soul
Hatred transformed
Stimulated in human slaughter orgies so foul
Amentia unleashed
Rest in agonizing wounds, draws the misanthropy
Miasma besieged
Deranged wretched spirit plans its next gory autopsy
Forlorn misery grew with my senses
The only thing I ever felt was mauling pressure from within
Splintered is the mind, torment penetrates the soul
Forlorn misery keeps growing with my fucking senses
Sickening habitat dwells in unison with insanity
Time suffocates in afflicting darkness
The shelter
The place of retreat
The butchery
The addict
The hand that feeds the frantic malady
Emotions uncontrolled
Searched their way out off my lacerated soul
Hatred transformed Stimulated in human slaughter orgies so foul
Amentia unleashed
Rest in agonizing wounds, draws the misanthropy
Miasma besieged
Deranged wretched spirit plans its next gory autopsy
Sickening habitat dwells in unison with insanity
Time suffocates in afflicting darkness
The shelter
The place of retreat
The butchery
The addict
The hand that feeds the frantic malady
I became the fiend, the lord of apprehensibility
Numb senses, strangled nerves, emotions bleed to death
I kill the people to make them know my pain
I am the fiend, the lord of fucking apprehensibility
The attic is the mirror of my within
The reflection of my defiled soul
The bodies - amputation leftovers
The blood - tormenting convulsions
The entrails - ripped off feelings
The fetor - never-healing wounds
The vermin - the leeches on my heart
I am going to kill myself
To break the mirror and quit the nightmare
Miasma besieged
Deranged wretched spirit plans its next gory autopsy
Forlorn misery grew with my senses
The only thing I ever felt was mauling pressure from within
Splintered is the mind, torment penetrates the soul
Forlorn misery keeps growing with my fucking senses
Sickening habitat dwells in unison with insanity
Time suffocates in afflicting darkness
The shelter
The place of retreat
The butchery
The addict
The hand that feeds the frantic malady
Emotions uncontrolled
Searched their way out off my lacerated soul
Hatred transformed Stimulated in human slaughter orgies so foul
Amentia unleashed
Rest in agonizing wounds, draws the misanthropy
Miasma besieged
Deranged wretched spirit plans its next gory autopsy
Sickening habitat dwells in unison with insanity
Time suffocates in afflicting darkness
The shelter
The place of retreat
The butchery
The addict
The hand that feeds the frantic malady
I became the fiend, the lord of apprehensibility
Numb senses, strangled nerves, emotions bleed to death
I kill the people to make them know my pain
I am the fiend, the lord of fucking apprehensibility
The attic is the mirror of my within
The reflection of my defiled soul
The bodies - amputation leftovers
The blood - tormenting convulsions
The entrails - ripped off feelings
The fetor - never-healing wounds
The vermin - the leeches on my heart
I am going to kill myself
To break the mirror and quit the nightmare
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