Deathstars : Cyanide

Industrial Metal / Sweden
(2006 - Nuclear Blast)
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1. CYANIDE

The cyanide
Drink the cyanide

This is the hand that will blind your eyes
And split your spine
This is the blade that'll visit your flesh
And release the wine

Play!
You play with toys that have triggers
And you hear the led moves near
Play!
You play with razors and it hurts, it hurts
As you face your fears

So face the dark
And I'll teach you about fire
In the blink of an eye

Now drink the Cyanide

The worlds collide
And you know
That it's pure filth
That I hide

On these plains there's a burning ruin
That must be found
On these plains there's a demon that sleeps.
It must be unbound

Run!
You run for the borders
Where epistles burn in the arms of man
Run!
You run among bodies and they scream,
They scream to bite God's hand

So face the dark
And I'll teach you about fire
In the blink of an eye

Now drink the Cyanide

The worlds collide
And you know
That It's pure filth
That I hide

So face the dark
And I'll teach you about fire
In the blink of an eye

Now drink the Cyanide

The worlds collide
And you know
That It's pure filth
That I hide

Now drink the cyanide
So face the dark
And I'll teach you about fire
And the blink of an eye

When the dark does what the dark does best,
It's darkness!
Let the dark do what the dark does best,
Let there be darkness!

So face the dark
And I'll teach you about fire
In the blink of an eye

Now drink the Cyanide

The worlds collide
And you know
That It's pure filth
That I hide


2. TERMINATION

Here she comes down,
As her wings get nailed to the ground
A Polaroid of shame
The last angel's pathetic fame

The face of deceit with nails in her feet
She's a preacher deprived from her voice
A punctured lung is creating noise

The cry that she made
Was the cry of a dying child
The revocation if empathy
The sound from a million
Dreams and scars
Terminator Bliss

Blessed under a lie, Her last little weak "why?"
The bloody end of a dream
Slit the throat and taste the cream

She wears her crown
On a head that's bowed deep down
A dying picture of lies
A tortured saint fed to the flies

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