Feelings of Metal Through Flesh - Deeds of Flesh

Spears of glass

Straight through the hands

Slice by slice

The feelings of Metal through flesh is ecstasy

Every blade becomes, of the mind’s desires

Every blade becomes, of the mind’s desires

The dream becomes very real

The only way

To stop the hunger is feed the pain

Feed the pain

Insane thoughts of suicide brought

To life

suicide brought to life

The dream becomes very real

As the graves are wombs

For the embryos to grow

Soulless merchants search for sufferers

The suffering!

Cut by cut

The liquid life runs from the body

Stabbing wounds bust the innards

The skin becomes the canvas

For the suffering

THE SUFFERING!

Dead, dead alive

Living, living to be Dead, dead alive

Living, living to be As the graves are wombs

For the embryos to grow

Soulless merchants search for sufferers

Spears of glass

Straight through the hands

Slice by slice

The feelings of Metal through flesh is ecstasy

Every blade becomes, of the mind’s desires

Every blade becomes, of the mind’s desires

Brought to life

The dream becomes very real

Dead, dead alive

Living, living to be Dead, dead alive

Living, living to be DEAD!