Burning Cells Songtext
von Disarmonia Mundi
Burning Cells Songtext
Like flesh in a slaughterhouse
I know we are pleasant cowshed
Upset like a pig in his gore
Swim fast and fuck your needs
You′re not alone now
Let it go
Wanna close your eyes
Tired of this nauseating cream
But strobos flash your skin
And you know
You're done, trippin′ down
You can transgress now
Rebel against what?
No choice, one way
To get rid of the shit stored
Need some Vaseline?
To keep good all she promises
Can't be slave to the image
Display your illness
You became slave, stupid fucker
How long will it last?
All a story to live
One thousand of cells to hive, to burn
From now, you can begin
Light dissolving in my saliva
Under the tongue fire, come on
How long will it last?
All a story to live
One thousand of cells to hive, to burn
From now, you can begin
Claustrophobia
Your brain is suffering inside
Exploding
He found his grave in your mind
Try to get up fucker
You're sitting or you′re already standing
Tell me, what′s your aftershave?
You are a floweret by this side
To whom someone broke the stalk
Wanna close your eyes
Tired of this nauseating cream
But strobos flash your skin
And you know
Need some Vaseline?
To keep good all she promises
Can't be slave to the image
Display your illness
You became slave, stupid fucker
I know we are pleasant cowshed
Upset like a pig in his gore
Swim fast and fuck your needs
You′re not alone now
Let it go
Wanna close your eyes
Tired of this nauseating cream
But strobos flash your skin
And you know
You're done, trippin′ down
You can transgress now
Rebel against what?
No choice, one way
To get rid of the shit stored
Need some Vaseline?
To keep good all she promises
Can't be slave to the image
Display your illness
You became slave, stupid fucker
How long will it last?
All a story to live
One thousand of cells to hive, to burn
From now, you can begin
Light dissolving in my saliva
Under the tongue fire, come on
How long will it last?
All a story to live
One thousand of cells to hive, to burn
From now, you can begin
Claustrophobia
Your brain is suffering inside
Exploding
He found his grave in your mind
Try to get up fucker
You're sitting or you′re already standing
Tell me, what′s your aftershave?
You are a floweret by this side
To whom someone broke the stalk
Wanna close your eyes
Tired of this nauseating cream
But strobos flash your skin
And you know
Need some Vaseline?
To keep good all she promises
Can't be slave to the image
Display your illness
You became slave, stupid fucker
Writer(s): Ettore Rigotti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com