Visceral Holocaust Songtext
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Visceral Holocaust Songtext
Insipid dreams were flowing red
A sea of sin from cattle that′s been bled
Unbeknownst until the end
With their backs to life they'd rather be home instead
Infected skin
Serrated grin
Where was life and where does death begin?
This hallowed sin
Won′t spoil within
Reveals a path, an exalted life to live
Transcending life through sleep's decree
This I wear, I shall taste debris
Through rancor find serenity
Visceral holocaust to see
Unto the beast an image made
Of broken flesh culled from the sharpest blade
They say we men are wretched things
So full of hate, lost hope and broken dreams
Infected skin
Serrated grin
Where was life and where does death begin?
This hallowed sin
Won't spoil within
Reveals a path, an exalted life to live
Transcending life through sleep′s decree
This I wear, I shall taste debris
Through rancor find serenity
Visceral holocaust to see
The cold, the steel, the razor, the blade
The tighter the noose, the faster we fade
A sea of sin from cattle that′s been bled
Unbeknownst until the end
With their backs to life they'd rather be home instead
Infected skin
Serrated grin
Where was life and where does death begin?
This hallowed sin
Won′t spoil within
Reveals a path, an exalted life to live
Transcending life through sleep's decree
This I wear, I shall taste debris
Through rancor find serenity
Visceral holocaust to see
Unto the beast an image made
Of broken flesh culled from the sharpest blade
They say we men are wretched things
So full of hate, lost hope and broken dreams
Infected skin
Serrated grin
Where was life and where does death begin?
This hallowed sin
Won't spoil within
Reveals a path, an exalted life to live
Transcending life through sleep′s decree
This I wear, I shall taste debris
Through rancor find serenity
Visceral holocaust to see
The cold, the steel, the razor, the blade
The tighter the noose, the faster we fade
Writer(s): Joseph Harrison, Eric Gottesman, Marshall Austin Goppert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com