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Wet Dreams Of The Insane (1991)
1991
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Generation Of The Zombie
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Nothingness
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"Ahhhhh"

I left Apartment 13
Yesterday so long ago
I never thought I'd be back here again

I left Apartment 13
(next two lines I'm confused on)
***Devils on my breath benighted***
***Brothel light is due in Sunday.***

Welcome to Apartment 13
Where the razorblades come clean.
Welcome to my mental hell
Let me show you to your cell

Whooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaa

I left Apartment 13
Blood was running down the walls
The feces of my loved ones here and there

Welcome to Apartment 13
Let me introduce the obscene
Welcome to my own graveyard
Step inside I'll leave you scarred.

"What did you say?" *lots of voices*

Welcome to Apartment 13
Where the razorblades come clean
Take a load off, yeah come on inside
Between your ribs my knife will slide

WELCOME

"Welcome"

*spoken word*

I'm sitting here in a daze
In this apartment I can never escape
Her body's laying before me
Her face is such a mess
I cut her from one stinking hole to the next
Just like connect the dots

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaa

"Connect the dots"

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Welcome to Apartment 13
Where the razorblades come clean
Welcome to my own graveyard
Step inside I'll leave you scarred

Welcome to Apartment 13
Where the razorblades come clean
Welcome to my little hell
Let me show you to your cell

Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Yeah come on inside
You're always welcome right here
Oh come on inside
Ohhhh
Right now!

. . .


This red lease on device
Atomic angels watching us
Baptismal radiation
Blessed be the crippled and the scarred
Look deep in the mushroom, can you see the crucifix?
The son of God is going home, look deep into the light
Praise the Lord and turn to dust, you are but human stain
That wipes away unholiness, only purity remains
Remains

This is a holy place: Reactor number 4
Hell is always watching me through the cracks up in the floor
Holiness is leaking through into the world of sin
A tiny touch of holiness can eat away one's (wolf?) skin

I'll release the device
Atomic angels watching us
Baptismal radiation
Blessed be the infected and the scarred

You burnt me, oh Lord
You set me on fire with this truth of God
Let there be Hellfire if we cross these fields of sin
Oh Lord take me home
Take me home
End of your blessings
End of your blessings
The end of your blessings
The Lord, this is now over
The Lord, this is over
Amen, brother


The cold king of the serpant prevails
He who walks on blades of grass,
Sharp as feeding talons
Below the light expands
The kingdom of a million wasps
Silent turmoil change
Separate freedom and demons of the night
Cast below the demon into the kingdom of Hell
I want to be there. I'm hungry for the souls of legions
Wandering among the caverns of doubt

Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord

. . .


In the year 2025
Only the rich are supposed to be alive
The corpse of a great usurper through disguise
Fall in through the smoke just waiting their time
You can all lick it, we can suck bones
Feel free to stone, all hope is gone

GO!

*distorted vocal part* - "I support this in death"

The rich built the stockades from their ear
Dreams of the wake from dying stare
The future is now, there is no relief
The ___ suffocate on their own grief
Dying, beating, bleeding and more
Humanity is an open sore

Cradle warming death till dawn
Close behind, the insects hum
Only with a million eyes
Always following your own advice

Watch me now, I'm walking through these liquid realms of hate
Swim with me, on to the moon and watch them decimate
Cradling the arms of deadborn ____
Through these fields release your ___

Incinerators warm bodies through the night
All trespassers will be shot on sight
Self-mutilation is such a scream
Is this really the American dream?
Assassinate the president, take control
The nation has come a new counter of soul

Cradle warming death till dawn
Close behind the insects hum
Only with a million eyes
Always following your own advice

. . .


I love you

I grasp for light
and cannot reach
because of this thing
love it leaks
that sucks the blood with deadly lust
and these angels that filled with dust
love her


unable to move
when the poison's injected
A corpse among god says
Moving the dissected
Love is a whore
Rolling on the floor
suck infection, gangreen open sore

Yeah

I love you
Forcing me to
leave you what sinned
Listing the dead

Love eats its own
no matter how fast it grows
Love eats its own
Love eats its own

Love is insectile
Love is a whore
Love is a cannibal
Always wanting more
Love her

. . .


I watch you at night
Through my pictured window of the world
On a canvas made of flesh
I watch you with your children's blood on my chin
I wait and mourn for the death of time
My time
I wait

*NOOOOO*

*RISE(?)*

The moon comes down to meet me
The wolves gather 'round, yes, to greet me
Come.
Beneath the changing skies that will be dying on soon
I fall on my knees before your blood-streaked, paegan boots
Yes, I am yours. Consume me, reaping what I sow
Lets the wolves eat what is left of my pathetic soul

Yeeaahh, all right

The moon comes down to meet me
The wolves gather 'round, they gather round to eat me
Right now
Beneath the grim face of the boots streaked with the blood of God
I have touched the naked son that watches all of us
You are the God-forsaken
I am living sin.
I walk among you with your children's blood on my chin (on my chin)

Kill this thing that holds you behind
Kill the pain. Kill the shame.
Baptised in my own blood, yeah
Take the gun
Put in in my mouth
Pull the fucking trigger and blow my brains out
Yes you kill. We kill... you. Feel no pain (no pain)

. . .

Generation Of The Zombie

[No lyrics]

. . .


So we have him at last
And He was taking of the city
To a place known as
The Skull
In Hebrew, He wrote
Golgotha

. . .

Nothingness

[No lyrics]

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