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    Funeral March

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    Добавлена 5 ноября 2009 пользователем N1

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    [Verse 1]
    Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses
    Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive
    Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice
    That's the path of light, laugh to afterlife
    Earthly primitive disturbing images
    Center of attention, feel my inner-tension
    Conquest original, intent to purify spirit
    Regiment descend with a vengeance
    My brothers shed blood with me
    You hate on what I'd love to be
    It goes paralyzed force, I fly through my verse
    I fly high in a parallel universe
    Strange fascinations living in a world
    Where children are just spit on become greatness
    I'm antisocial, misplaced aggression
    I'm not your trophy, love breeds obsession
    [Chorus]
    Yesterday does not exist
    Tomorrow is made
    Today is all there is
    [Verse 2]
    Lust for advancement, personal development
    Mentally elevate psychedelic elements
    Isolated Mad Child talk torture
    Zolac to Zoltar, dirtbikes and go-karts
    Dark town iron-jawed angel
    Danger's no foreigner, I enjoy strangers
    Aqua, blue, turquoise-ingrained scenery
    Fascinated landscape, my mind's machinery
    [Verse 3]
    The danger's imminent, the razor blades are intricately
    Placed inside our mouths, we spit them out at the belligerent
    A blessed array, decrepit decayed, in every display,
    Be selective of the records you play
    In the black marble banquet hall back when I can't recall
    Show down house of blue leaves, blood and snowfall
    We're indestructible impossible odds
    Competition stops breathing? I'm a possible cause
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 4]
    The illusion is lifted, the mist of this life with
    shifted dimensions for the demented souls
    Who hold pistols in suspense of the last days suspended
    Animation of the free will revealed as a test but not yet
    Not until the last footsteps leave the green grass
    After the coffin is tossed in a soft pit of six feet of spirit form
    You watch it feeling awful and nauseous
    The angel of death just stomped you as you crossed
    through the universal sauce
    Your agnostic belief cost you your afterlife
    Punishment of the grave as you approached by two blue-eyed angels
    No halos and dark faces expressionless
    Three questions, no less than this
    No guessing, only a rebel of God wanted the session
    in which case he will see his place in hellfire
    [Chorus]
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