Manic Spree Songtext
von Horrible Creatures
Manic Spree Songtext
Spread the seed of misery,
Through the bitter rain.
The disfiguring face of someone,
That will never fail.
But I can′t believe that this is real,
Don't want to admit.
Their jesuitic idle talks,
Brings to me the feel of hate.
Suffering, greed and hate.
Ignorance is bliss to me.
Complete the carnage hail,
Ignorance is ′scape for me.
Slice piece of our lives,
Without regrets, with no remorse.
Taste, piece of our lives,
Just for once, through manic spree.
Slice piece of our lives,
Without regrets, with no remorse.
Taste, piece of our lives,
Just for once, through manic spree.
Spread the seed of misery, through the bitter rain.
The disfiguring face of someone,
That will never fail.
But I can't believe that this is real,
I don't want to admit.
Their jesuitic idle talks,
Brings to me the feel of hate.
Suffering, greed and hate.
Ignorance is bliss to me.
Complete the carnage hail,
Ignorance is ′scape for me.
So come the fuck and listen just...
Look, what I′ve become,
Through this manic spree.
Look, what I've become,
No, I won′t regret it.
Look, what I've become,
Through this manic spree
Through the bitter rain.
The disfiguring face of someone,
That will never fail.
But I can′t believe that this is real,
Don't want to admit.
Their jesuitic idle talks,
Brings to me the feel of hate.
Suffering, greed and hate.
Ignorance is bliss to me.
Complete the carnage hail,
Ignorance is ′scape for me.
Slice piece of our lives,
Without regrets, with no remorse.
Taste, piece of our lives,
Just for once, through manic spree.
Slice piece of our lives,
Without regrets, with no remorse.
Taste, piece of our lives,
Just for once, through manic spree.
Spread the seed of misery, through the bitter rain.
The disfiguring face of someone,
That will never fail.
But I can't believe that this is real,
I don't want to admit.
Their jesuitic idle talks,
Brings to me the feel of hate.
Suffering, greed and hate.
Ignorance is bliss to me.
Complete the carnage hail,
Ignorance is ′scape for me.
So come the fuck and listen just...
Look, what I′ve become,
Through this manic spree.
Look, what I've become,
No, I won′t regret it.
Look, what I've become,
Through this manic spree
Writer(s): František Fišer, Jan Filip, Jiří Frischholz, Vladislav Prokop Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com