1. SYNDROME

Such a dirty disease fights under your skin
It eats and it burns and it rapes and it turns
Such an infested thing laying eggs within
An itch in your lungs with dirty tongues

I'm gonna touch you inside
I'm gonna be your little child
Right where your blood runs wild
Inside - that's where I'll hide
(Until you die)

Such a violent syndrome taped to your spine
It's a virus storm and it's about to be born

Such a violent word that wants to be heard
You got me deep within and under your skin

I'm gonna touch you inside
I'm gonna be your little child
Right where your blood runs wild
Inside - that's where I'll hide
(Until you die)


2. GENOCIDE

Dreams of violence and murders fall down hard
Interzonic genocide high, the affusion of life

Now it's time for suicide, to break the pure disbelief
Its time to riddle the flaws of the physique of motors

And as we walk to the lost grounds of heaven tonight
To the battered face of the soul
We are damned from power burnt black

Watch as we crush their laws
Hail to funerals
And feast upon their minds
Pure pain, the bitter souls stice bleeds in vain

Cold sky sin, broken veins breathe
Spirit mass corruption of deceit and death
Now it's time for genocide, just another child to burn
More to beat of sin, to the rhythm of darkness deep within

And as we walk to the lost grounds of heaven tonight
To the battered face of the soul
We are damned from power burnt black

Watch as we crush their laws
Hail to funerals
And feast up on their minds
Pure pain, the bitter soulstice bleeds in vain


3. OUR GOD THE DRUGS

I dream...
And the laws of the world breathe cold, weakening to die
And I watch...
I watch the codes of life split
In two as the open their arms for me and you

And as they scream as faces of pain betrayed
As tears by the rain
And as they sing, they sing your name.
And as they sing as tounges of lies of deceit and of pain

It's our God the Drugs
That twists within and is trying to win
It's our God the Drugs
It's a new world code of bliss dressed in skin

I live but the storm of my heart bleeds
Of life and of hunger
And I'll die...
And the doors of perception are naked for darkness to take

And as they call as voices of wonder for secrets and truth
And as they die so trashed and neglected...
Yet with a saint's sympathy

It's our God the Drugs
That twists within and is trying to win
It's our God the Drugs
It's a new world code of bliss dressed in skin

Yet we breathe... terror to some, heaven to others.
What do angels dream, do angels sleep,
Do demons dream of darkness deep?

It's our God the Drugs
That twists within and is trying to win
It's our God the Drugs
It's a new world code of bliss dressed in skin