So here is the ritual I can't tell you what I go through I've been through heaven and hell for you All night All night long Satin dreams all covered in
This is the new world order, plague upon our peers Spreading accusations of radical fears The brotherhood of wisdom, strength and dignity Its rituals
The Ceremony George Jones and Tammy Wynette (Spoken) Do you take this man to be your husband? I'll take this man, and by him I'll stand I promise that
(Burp. Burp. Beltch.) Giggle.
This is why events unnerve me They find it all, a different story Notice whom for wheels are turning Turn again and turn towards this time All she asks
You have the right to remain silent, anything you say Can and will be used against you in a court of law. To strip away the myth from the man is only
Mirror collect what?s left inside, to rise out of it It?s all in her faults and it?s all in her mind (here nor there) The feeling to leave grew fiercer
This is why events unnerve me They find it all, a different story Notice whom for wheels are turning Turn again and turn towards this time All she ask
Halfway to paralyzed my understudy's eyes grew tired Every actor hides a heckle, doctor hides a jeckyl See through my disguise Worked a miracle I'm unmistakable
Pack your fists full of hate, take a swing at the world. These kids stick to themselves, carry angst in their words. Where we'll never be a part of
This is why events unnerve me, They find it all, a different story, Notice whom for wheels are turning, Turn again and turn towards this time, All she
Ce soir je ne donne pas mon ame au diable Ce soir viendra un marchand de sable Je sais que je suis en progres Je suis sans? regrets Je resterai toute
Cut cut cut cutting myself down to pieces too hard on myself it would seem that everyone could see myself worth beneath i'll take a stand devise plans
Choirs bathed in Vengeance, dressed as Sin Perform my Aria of Doom Drunken with Blood I resurrect my Cult The Serpent strikes again Now that the Seals
Awake and give Ear to what Damnation's Bell as Prophecy has Thee to tell! From the Island of Angels I shall descend to bring Thee the Third Testament
Litanies in Blood I write As Prayers of Supremacy My Paper is the Skin of Mortals Like the Cuts of hundred Needles in their Head My Feather on it is burning
See the storm forth like the dancing Flames of immortal Fire Feel them burn Thy Soul Now enter Purgatory! Oh Scorpion in Azazel's haunted Realm with