My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

My dear that is not an act of love
Expressionless...faces
Staring at the novelty
Nobody's foolish enough
To shed a tear
Incidental music
Sick
Sick
Smell it in the air
Everywhere
It helps us forget the hate
Reassemble stories
To enter centuries
Words lose all meaning
We grow old
While timeless tick
Tick
Tick
Incidental music
Sick
Sick
Smell it in the air
Everywhere
It helps us forget the hate
For all those that forget God
There's a burning hell
For all those that forget God
There's a burning hell
Be one of us
I was half out of my mind
I didn't know what I was doing
I was sick
I was sick
I was sick
I was sick
I was sick
I was sick
I was sick