Who wants to be the killer of giants?
Who will be the last of the wilds?
Were you asked?
Or did we take our hale for granted?
Wrong opinions get crushed
Under lawn mowers and lust
Every lie’s a lil’ murder
I guess you’d kill to get a cheeseburger
Junkie, priest or surgeon
National hero without permission
No force makes you pay for your sins
Death strips off titles
Patches and pins
All of the existing options
Would bow when facing corruption
All of the remaining virgins
Dripping with blood
Of bleeding hymens
Tales of disgrace
Bedtime stories
Mama, read it again
World filled with kings and queens
Jesters and whores fulfilling their needs
How long will you listen to that swollen voice?
He's got his nose full of coke and Rolls-Royce
Beauty was in the brain of beholder
She alienated from us all and got colder
Original idea was to please the eye
Completely instinctively, no one to ask why
Came crying
But ain’t here to cry
Various questions asked
Only supposed to try
credits
from In Eerie Slumber,
released July 27, 2015
Music by R.
Lyrics by N.
OK, I know I'm seriously missing in the 2016 department, still I have no excuse. This is genre and life changing.
"Cthulhu on vocals". How true. YomaBarr