Post Mortem - Coroner's Office lyrics
Tracks 01. Armies Of The Dead
02. Waiting For The Funeral 03. Ready To Die 04. No Time 05. Concealed 06. (It Was) Just A Thought 07. Syncopated Jazz 08. Soupy Sales 09. Coroners Office 10. Death To The Masses 11. I Want To Die 12. Run Amok 01. Armies Of The Dead
Gathered In The Pyre, Procession March Of Hate
Corpse's Armies Falter, Hooded Hand Of Hate Brotherhood Allegiance, Pay Homage To The Night Eve Of Souls Awakened, Soldiers Vowed To Fight Fighting, Falling Statues, Armies Of The Dead Fighting, Falling Statues, Armies Of The Dead The Dead Shall Rise Graveyard Threshold Opened, Gates Of The Forsaken Upon The Stone Of Offerance The Cost Has Been Mistaken Blistered Faces Beckon The Call, Eyes Of Hell Below Legion's Savage Cries We Hear, This We Must Behold Fighting, Falling Statues, Armies Of The Dead Fighting, Falling Statues, Armies Of The Dead The Dead Shall Rise 02. Waiting For The Funeral
I Feel The Surge Of Power As I Crush The Mighty Blow
Intestines Spew From Open Wounds As I Let My Anger Go Liquid Red Engulfes The Street As I Stare With Vengeful Eyes Sinister Flames Entrap My Brain, I Keep Wishing He Would Die He Jerks With Spasms Erratically As Death Will Take Its Toll Wicked Thoughts Upon My Brain For Now I've Got His Soul Waiting For The Funeral, Torturing The Weakened Minds Watching The Death Parade, In Blood His Name Was Signed Crying Widow Mourns The Altar, The Coffin Dorr Is Closed The Mutilated Corpse Grows Stagnant, The Maggots Begin To Unfold I Spit Upon The Grievance Flowers And Mock The Preacher's Words The Last Rites Of The Dead Man Never Shall Be Heard In My Hand His Soul I Keep And Through The Gates He'll Stay Down Into The Pit Of Fire To He-Who-Cannot-Be-Named 03. Ready To Die
Bodies Crowed, Eyes Are Staring, Your Brains Start To Burn
The Sacred Hands Is Over You And Now It's Time You Learn Feel The Force;, Knife Attack, Death Is In The Air You Want To Scream, But You Can't, Cause There Is No One There Heart Is Beating Faster, You're Ready To Die Death Is Creeping Nearer, You're Ready To Die A Vision Or A Nightmare, Your Fantasies Come Real Limbs Are Torn From Sockets Although You Cannot Feel Blood Is On The Sidewalk, Intestines In The Street Your Dismembered Body Is Lying At My Feet Heart Is Beating Faster, You're Ready To Die Death Is Creeping Nearer, You're Ready To Die 04. No Time
How Much Time Can There Be
Flying Off In Front Of Me I Close My Eyes And Time Goes By Before I Know It, It's Time To Die How Much Time Can There Be Ther's No Time Left For Me How Much Time Have I Spent I Haven't Even Made A Dent The World Keeps Turning, Losing Me I Realize That I'm Not Free I'm A Prisoner Of Time Waiting In An Endless Line To Do Things That Don't Even Count When Added Up, There's No Amount Breathing Air That Isn't Mine Sharing Space I Feel Confined Each Day Could Be The Last Words I Say 05. Concealed
Total Loss Of Senses
My Mind Draws A Blank I Can't Remember Wich Choice Should I Take? Crawl Inside An Open Wound Close It Shut, Concealed In Doom Tortue Me With Your Eyes It's Your Existence That Is Despise Reaching Out For Something But There's Nc Thing There Fucked Up Paranoia Life's Cold Despair Time Seems To Stand Still When I'm In My Space Never Ending Thoughts In A Suicidal Race 06. (It Was) Just A Thought
The Kiss Of Deathis On My Lips
Gun Lays At My Fingertips Blood Is Flowing From My Head A Ll Because Of Something That I Said This Is Something I Don't Unterstand Someone Plase Tell Me Again Cursed For Something That I Said Now I'm Gonna End Up Dead An Opinion Is All That I Expressed I Made Them All Really Dpressed They Had To Do Away With Me They Didn't Care That I Was Free I Don't Need This, I Don't Need To Be Dead I Don't Need This, I've Got My Own Thoughts In My Head A Bullet In My Head, My Life Has Turned To Shit The Kiss Upon My Lips, A Seizure, My Body Flips My Skull Is Cracked In Half They Stand There And They Laugh Now They're Gonna Cut Me Up Haven't They Already Done Enough? It Was Just A Thought... 07. Syncopated Jazz
Instrumental
08. Soupy Sales
Soupy Sales
Give That Sweet Sound! 09. Coroners Office
Weakened By Starvation
I Yearn For Another Feast Entrailes And Appendages To Satisfy The Beast Inner Craving Monster Ripping Me Inside Cannabalistic Tendencies The Rage I Cannot Hide Behind The Dripping Scalpel Knife I Deface Your Mother's Womb In The Coroner's Office You'll Meet Your Certain Doom Come On Through My Swinging Door Come And Be My Little Whore Cum And Bleed As A Climax Scream And Squirm As I Attack Coroner, Coroner Disembowel Coroner, Coroner Kill Underneath The Spotlight Disecting Human Carcass Removing Bloody Vitals Dripping Through My Fingers Putrid Gasterous Juices Amongst The Bloody Bowels Carving Choice Selections And Licking Off The Towel On The Grim Disecting Table I Drain Your Wretched Soul In The Coroners Office Where Misery Unfolds 10. Death To The Masses
Disrupt The Gathering, Evil Must Fall
Overthrow The Legions Carry Out The Candle Cast The Spellbook Aside Pentagrams Of Evil Torn Off The Wall Death To The Masses Grim Shadows Of Hatred, Presence Deep Inside With A Crucifix In My Hand You Try To Hide Death To The Masses The Light Will Shine Burning Souls Screaming In Agony Damned To Die Burning Through The Rubble We Rise Dancing Flames Of Evil Entrap My Brain Death To The Masses, Fire Burns Through My Veins Rain Falls From Heaven To Wash Away Our Sins Death To The Masses, The Guiding Light Shall Win Death To The Masses Falling Victim To The Prey, Evil Ones Led You Astray Captured Sinners Burn In Hell, Memories Left There To Foretell Clutch A Breast To Break The Fall, A Crushing Blow Will Strike Them All Blood And Rain Unite As One, Cease To Stop Until It's Done 11. I Want To Die
I Bash My Brains Out On The Wall
Then I Sit Back And Watch Them Fall Regretting Everything I've Done Fingering A Loaded Gun A Heart so Cold To Freeze My Nerves A Voice So Faint It Can't Be Heard A Head That's Filled With Brain Decay My Face Is Peeling Away I Want To Die Feeling Dead Inside My Guts Swim Around I Cut Them Out They Hit The Ground My Lungs Fold Up And Scream For Air My Nervous System Is Unaware My Tongue Is Filled With Sour Taste Secreting Yellow Mucous Paste Guilty Conscience Fills My Soul I Did Nothing, My Mind's Controlled By Someone Else On The Outside Someone Is Forcing Me To Die 12. Run Amok
My Nerves Feel Like A High Tension Wire
My Hair Feels Like It Is On Fire The Blood Pulsates Through My Brain The Intensity Is Insane I Feel Like I'm On Three Hits Of Speed I Feel This Certain Need Run Amok This Energy Is Estatic My Reactions Are Dramatic No Barriers stand In My Way Or Else They Get Blown Away Government Sucks So What The Fuck? Run Amok If The World Is Yours... Run Amok On It Run Amok |