Slumpark Correctional - Dreaming Underneath Destruction lyrics
Tracks 01. Dreaming Underneath Destruction
02. My Suicide 03. The Vilain's Demise 04. Guillotine 05. Summer's End 01. Dreaming Underneath Destruction
Politics, politics, fucked up politics
Powerless state that'll never taste freedom Gunfire, gunshots, ruthless hostilities Ruins of a kingdom that never had a king Dreaming, dreaming, screamless dreaming Dead men screaming, underneath destruction Vile, low, loathsome, filthy human beings Playing down fate like a dirty old coin Dreaming in destruction Wishing for destruction Living for destruction Dying by the flames Remedy, remedy, malice has no remedy Absolute insanity in a rotten faith Cruel like a virus spreading in a dead corpse Waiting for a lifespark to destroy the earth Terrorists, terrorists all a bunch of terrorists Killing for enjoyement terminating lives Pathetic, pitiful once we were powerful Now differentiated, into scrawny tribes 02. My Suicide
You cant command me to crawl, you're not supirior
You cant dictate my deeds, my life is mine I may be under your mercy, but that wont last I'm gonna be taking my own life, I'll have a blast I live for freedom that sense of bliss A chill thats running right down my spine Pleading your mercy, I'd rather die Burn in a hell, hear myself cry Blood runs cold, through my elbows I cry out, bruy me home Screaming out through an endless night My dead self now is mine. I'm breaking free from your rule, I'm flying out Your cage of tyranny is torn apart My soul will leave that dome to a different land This knife is a sign of free will, within my hands To your fire I surrender Let my soul march to the flames Hell is waiting, ever lasting My chosen path, I'm well aware Forever there at the end of existence Praying on its burning tiles Seeing torture in my image Living back my suicide... 03. The Vilain's Demise
Animal raised, child of hatered
Born to paint us red and black Inferior creature, left its dungeon Turned our shores a river of stains The bells deny you in their churches The claimed wisemen bowing down The slaugters hang their armours On the wall, until they fall May the hell end your existence May the sun melt down your steel May your fat-chinned blackened army Put below their guns and kneel You fed us torture, left us dying Now it's time, we'll pay you back We'll kill you slow, we'll burn your dead corpse We'll tear your soul in the afterland The bells deny you in their churches None shall save your wretched soul The land you left is tearing... Like a wall but now you fall Rust in peace like a lasting shred of human disgrace Never shall be born a slaughter to fill the void Thats in your place. 04. Guillotine
Were they frightened by your laughter
Did they see your fearless stand Were they trembling when your valor Turned their vision a blazing hell Did they draw their utmost power Just to block your valiant gaze Did their hearts endure in torment When you faced your end in pride Did they build an enormous guillotine Just to chop your head at sight Dont they know that your appearance Will command their souls to crawl Cowards are they, wont they quaver Will their eyes get sleep at night Will they live to a day where justice Wont get stamped on by their feet There you walk in sturdy footsteps Waiting their commands to fade Not a word, you stood there smiling 'till the slaughter hit the blade Standing up on a crimson sunrise Daring warriors we shall be Soaking blood we'll keep on fighting Die until our soul are free 05. Summer's End
Roads filled with utter loyality to the civilized rapist
Ending lives for bloodstains, savaging human creatures Where denied claims cant salvage justice Envisioning the grey horizon beneath struggling dawn Lining up for the weekend's rituals Their breath reaks of filth Like raw sewage full of slime Chanting out their poisoned thoughts Evening sun glows like an ember Discarded lives faking smiles Tearing away the peace of existence Till they darken like slaves Eyes full of ilness Cant see through shadows Where light blinds prophets And holy bastards sin We arise from the lower Layers of swirling hell Clearing the way with fire For others to win the land For the ones to be chosen we grant the power Leaving us to drain, waiting for summer's end Giving them what we spent years to posses and die for Bringing them back to life to blow out the last flame..... |