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Possession

 

Possession

(альбом: This Is Exile - 2008)


Eyes are glaring red with a conscious set to kill
Nostrils flared and the eyebrows parallel
Thriving on the chaos and the suffering I have caused on you all
A dispute of man and diabolical beasts

How could one cipher such a malevolent being
I am certain of humanity's demise
we are the disease that spreads amongst this filthy race
I am certain of humanity's demise
Man will inspire the words of a new era of corruption

Now that I can control the orifice of mankind
I gladly inform, you're all in a world of shit
Coprophagia would be the only solution
Open your fucking mouth and ingest what you are
Silent you will remain while I invoke my presence on your world
Urges I must satisfy again and again and again and again and again
Inside a shell festering is the mind of a bastard child

Cover the earth with the blood of this lamb
Cover the earth with the blood of this lamb
Cover the earth with the blood of this lamb

We are the disease that spreads amongst this filthy race
We are the disease that spreads amongst this filthy race

Collect the dust of the ones who have fallen to the lies
It is your last resort to a wretched memory
Take this life for granted and hold it tight
For we have you all under control because
We are the disease
We are the disease
We are the disease
We are the disease
For we have you all under control

Man will inspire the words of a new era of corruption
God damn you all

Eyes are glaring red with a conscious set to kill
Nostrils flared and the eyebrows parallel
Eyes are glaring red with a conscious set to kill
Nostrils flared and the eyebrows parallel
Eyes are glaring red with a conscious set to kill
Nostrils flared and the eyebrows parallel

Eyes are glaring red with a conscious set to kill
God damn you all

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