Tekst:
Christian Death Only Theatre Of Pain

the best gift you can find Peru Resh On my past suffering The voices at last smothering To hell with your excuses What do you know of desperation? You people never feel the pain

impressions Of a strange drug Set the leathery skin of a female Straddling a furnace, illuminates in blue Hands melt against the burning surface Feel no pain

Have the virgins with their honesty... guarantee? We move like vandals down darkened streets And talk like dime store nobles

's Only Theatre of Pain It's Only Theatre of Pain Only Theatre of Pain Only Theatre of Pain Only Theatre of Pain Only Theatre of Pain Surrigate Mother

to stand still The price of red death Is the price of true love The nights of red death Are the nights of true love The price of red death Is the price

shroud flourished with the venom of the serpent's son I close my eyes retreat The prayer hands lays down on the edge of my sleep sister death in lepers