Disease Lyrics
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Album | Slaves to the Decay(2008) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Thrash Metal, Black Metal |
Labels | Dental Records |
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7. Disease (5:02)
Like a disease, infesting every inch
dig its claws, deeper within
deteriorating the very structures of man
like rust, consuming all it can
Pathetic ideals founded on trust
the trust in your god that dont give a fuck
you cling on to the lie of all lies
I puke in your face and spit on your grave
Like a plague, you're breeding like rats
crawling and trampel as you struggle for air
smothering each other when you reach for the top
your offspring, your old ones, crushed to dust
You justify your actions with stories of old
glorify the past and believe in the lies
the lies constructed to deceive and disarm
the only thing that comforts in your worthless existence
A stinking vermin called mankind
blood will be spilled by the knife in my hand
blood for vanity
blood for greed
blood for all insanity
Said to be the crown of creation
just as deadly as the one made of thorns
blindfolded by the blood in your eyes
you fumble in darkness, and reach out for help
Obsessed with actions of good or evil
dividing yourself into better or worse
you sickens me and are all equally pungent
you will all rot in this world you have made
Inter faeces/excrementum et urinam nascimini
Inter faeces/excrementum et urinam morimini
dig its claws, deeper within
deteriorating the very structures of man
like rust, consuming all it can
Pathetic ideals founded on trust
the trust in your god that dont give a fuck
you cling on to the lie of all lies
I puke in your face and spit on your grave
Like a plague, you're breeding like rats
crawling and trampel as you struggle for air
smothering each other when you reach for the top
your offspring, your old ones, crushed to dust
You justify your actions with stories of old
glorify the past and believe in the lies
the lies constructed to deceive and disarm
the only thing that comforts in your worthless existence
A stinking vermin called mankind
blood will be spilled by the knife in my hand
blood for vanity
blood for greed
blood for all insanity
Said to be the crown of creation
just as deadly as the one made of thorns
blindfolded by the blood in your eyes
you fumble in darkness, and reach out for help
Obsessed with actions of good or evil
dividing yourself into better or worse
you sickens me and are all equally pungent
you will all rot in this world you have made
Inter faeces/excrementum et urinam nascimini
Inter faeces/excrementum et urinam morimini
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Slaves to the Decay - Lyrics
Slaves to the Decay - Album Credits
Members
- Per Rinaldo : Guitars, Backing Vocals
- Johan Eriksson : Guitars
- Ingemar Gustafsson : Vocals
- Peter Jonsson : Bass
- Henrik Östensson : Drums