Playing With Dolls
I never thought the taste of you
Would be the only thing to make me bleed
Why am I, so alive
While you lay still in the ground beneath me?
Fear of death, the dark inside have become your only children
They're in front of you, watching you
Lost screams, unholy dreams unrest
I laugh at your God as He's passing through
Slashing out your throat to warm my skin
Never thought it'd come to this, what the fuck I've gone wrong, no rest
Your children still call, can't you hear them screaming out your name?
You've gone insane, they're in my head, they want you to
Die in front of me
Die in front of me
Thinking why me? Wishing this was all a dream
Insanity, reality, you're going to die in front of me
Pestilence is here, death awaits
Your body's not of Christ, it's my altar
Helpless and alone
Violate, enveloped in my sin
Faceless canvas, tearing at your flesh
Bathed in blood, violently regress, death's so endless
Brutal is your pain, anguish is the game
Broken and afraid, God can't help you now
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
Ghostly figures are always standing still
Are they mocking me, what do they see?
I didn't want your death to end so fast
But once you start, you can not stop, I need it now to fucking last
Die in front of me
Die in front of me
Thinking why me? Wishing this was all a dream
Insanity, reality, you're going to die in front of me
Pestilence is here, death awaits
Your body's not of Christ, it's my altar
Brutal is your pain, anguish is the game
Broken and afraid, God can't help you now
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
I never thought the taste of you
Would be the only thing to make me bleed
All alone in my funeral home, playing in blood
There's just got to be something wrong with me
Draining veins, it's all the same
The torture in my head it won't stop, until I am fucking dead
Pestilence is here, death awaits
Your body's not of Christ, it's my altar
Helpless and alone
Violate, enveloped in my sin
Faceless canvas, tearing at your flesh
Bathed in blood, violently regress, death's so endless
Brutal is your pain, anguish is the game
Broken and afraid, God can't help you now
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
Would be the only thing to make me bleed
Why am I, so alive
While you lay still in the ground beneath me?
Fear of death, the dark inside have become your only children
They're in front of you, watching you
Lost screams, unholy dreams unrest
I laugh at your God as He's passing through
Slashing out your throat to warm my skin
Never thought it'd come to this, what the fuck I've gone wrong, no rest
Your children still call, can't you hear them screaming out your name?
You've gone insane, they're in my head, they want you to
Die in front of me
Die in front of me
Thinking why me? Wishing this was all a dream
Insanity, reality, you're going to die in front of me
Pestilence is here, death awaits
Your body's not of Christ, it's my altar
Helpless and alone
Violate, enveloped in my sin
Faceless canvas, tearing at your flesh
Bathed in blood, violently regress, death's so endless
Brutal is your pain, anguish is the game
Broken and afraid, God can't help you now
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
Ghostly figures are always standing still
Are they mocking me, what do they see?
I didn't want your death to end so fast
But once you start, you can not stop, I need it now to fucking last
Die in front of me
Die in front of me
Thinking why me? Wishing this was all a dream
Insanity, reality, you're going to die in front of me
Pestilence is here, death awaits
Your body's not of Christ, it's my altar
Brutal is your pain, anguish is the game
Broken and afraid, God can't help you now
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
I never thought the taste of you
Would be the only thing to make me bleed
All alone in my funeral home, playing in blood
There's just got to be something wrong with me
Draining veins, it's all the same
The torture in my head it won't stop, until I am fucking dead
Pestilence is here, death awaits
Your body's not of Christ, it's my altar
Helpless and alone
Violate, enveloped in my sin
Faceless canvas, tearing at your flesh
Bathed in blood, violently regress, death's so endless
Brutal is your pain, anguish is the game
Broken and afraid, God can't help you now
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
You'll wish you were in Hell
Credits
Writer(s): Kerry Ray King, Tomas Enrique Araya, Jeffery John Hanneman
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