WAKO : Symbiotic Existence

Death Thrash / Portugal
(2004 - Adrenaline Records)
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1. TEMPLE OF THE SICK DEGENERATED BEAST

Your own sistematic ways to define reality has taken you to
Hatred, fear, worship the sick degenerated beast;
The empire declines, no god will survive;
Enter the deep valley of death, shadows falling, melting Upon
Your skull, you feel alive, I feel devne, you’ve found the
Eternal source reflecting on you, the face of horror and
Honour;
The instinct fall apart from the cross, right above, cold Sacred
Passion; your god is dead, your god is dead;
Crucified by time, feeding a fatal desease in a painfull Way to
Survive, bury your soul, there’s no place for the weak in My
Temple;
God, my eyes shall not burn for you forever and ever and Ever;
The superior man falls out from his throne and i’m sitting On my
Own, get a gun, kill your enemy in one second, ignorant The world
Is yours, you kill, you create;
Your god is dead, from the cross, right above, slaughtered
Sheep;
Hey man you’re inside you’re creator, pray man you’re Inside
Your own creation, it’s creeping out my own bone.


2. UNCOUNSCIOUSNESS

I close my eyes, I change my skin, the need to find a new
Sanctuary, got to kill me, my worst enemy;
Unconsciousness show me how to live under my skin,take me To the
Dark river of my soul,spread your wisdom to me;
Sacrifice, would be a pleasure taking out your life, There’s
someting your existence cant’t deny, desenbodied the old Flesh
To fucking die;
There’s no way to eternety, a sweet sick ilusion, this is The
End come close my friend


3. SYMBIOTIC EXISTENCE

Time kill this lie before I die, what the hell have I;
Lost desert surrounds me, I’m chained in my gravity;
Hate me, because I’m gonna kill, erase, metamorphise this Scene
To a dead end;
The magic bottle of my existence is spoiled with my Dissolved
Hate, thirsty mouth of power and strength;
Hell, my existence is wrong, your existence is wrong, save Me
From me, my life is dead, better forget;
Old prophet, your word is broken to me, take your filthy Hands
From me, you spread the concept of fear and mercy, burn Son of a
Bitch, reinventing a ilusion, heaven fall apart;
Burning dawn, dissolving upon your pale skin, hunger to Kill and
Distroy, entering a new phase;
I make my pain my name, sorrow, son of fear, ’m so guilty, I
Mutilate you again and again and again;
The red sky is upon me, who is controlling me, I spit on You, I
Exhale the fire that burns you to dust, smashing my face Against
The darkest glass;
Apocalyptic dawn, come in flames, destroy the generous, the
Priest will poison the crowd.


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