An Inconvenient Lie - The Bereaved

Deeeooh!

There are so many black nights

Where all can be erased

Disappearing acts like illusions

They lie at the bottom of the ocean

Sealed in plastic graves

Never to be found

My tools

Their blood

My tools

Their blood

Blood!!!

I carry the blackest secret

Covered up by the inccocent facade

Somestimes the mask gets so heavy

The way

The blood

Gets splattered

I analyze this all day long

To cover up my thirst for death

The victims that i claim are

The filth that crawls in the night

In dire need of cleansing

My needle paralyzing limbs

The black fall over their eyes

In plastic wrap they meet their fate

Yiiii!

Can’t help this feeding inside me My code’s been burned in my head

The way i run this murder machine

I feel it boiling inside me The need to take another life

Tonight they’ll feel this siuffering

The victims that i claim are

The filth that crawls in the night

In dire need of cleansing

My needle paralyzing limbs

The black fall over their eyes

In plastic wrap they meet their fate