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ABOMINATION LYRICS
"Curses of a Deadly Sin" (1999)
1. Victim of the Future
2. Social Outcast
3. Rape of the Grave
4. Possession
5. Doomed By the Living
6. The Truth
7. Over the Edge
8. Reformation
9. Impending Doom
10. Curses of the Deadly Sin
11. Tunnel of Damnation
12. Follower
1. Victim of the Future
Victim Of The Future
A weapon of war
It's not a disease
Let's even the score
This game's a race
A race to the death
This game's a race
There'll be nothing left
Victim of the future
Just a victim of the past
Victim of the future
Do you think you'll last
It's just a game
A ticket to fame
Who'll know your name
Who will fight
Who will pay the price
Who will die
Victim of the future
Just a victim of the past
Victim of the future
Do you think you'll last
Victim of the future
Just a victim of the past
Victim of the future
Do you think you'll last
2. Social Outcast
3. Rape of the Grave
4. Possession
Possession
Devil seeks my soul tries to steal my breath
Fits of anger cry out as I spill my guts
Vomit fills the air as the coffin shuts
Possession
Possession
Devil seeks my soul tries to steal my breath
Fits of anger cry out as I spill my guts
Vomit fills the air as the coffin shuts
Possession
Possession
The Lords Prayer
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the dead
They have ripped my heart out
Stole my soul and took my every breath
I've lost the will to live or die
Or follow in his ways
His death is marching on
Devil seeks my soul tries to steal my breath
Fits of anger cry out as I spill my guts
Vomit fills the air as the coffin shuts
Possession
Possession
5. Doomed By the Living
6. The Truth
7. Over the Edge
8. Reformation
Reformation
Torn, torn to shreds
Reformation is terror
Re-arrange the exterior
Exuviae the body
When will we begin
Searching for the unholy cure
This is the deadly disease
Injecting fluid
That take away life
We hold the scalpel
They hold the knife
Brought back into the world
In a different shape or form
Put ourselves in the scientists hands
Do you think they really understand
Reformation
Regeneration
Reconstruction
Everlasting defeat
I have decided this
It's in my hands
I will discover
Another world
We're almighty
Creators of sin
We mold the world in our own way
We'll soon begin
The experiment has failed
We'll try again
Will we discover
An alternative plan
We're almighty
Creators of sin
We mold the world in our own way
We'll soon begin
The experiment has failed
We'll try again
Will we discover
An alternative plan
9. Impending Doom
It lives in all of those
Who set the standard for their lives
Who preach upon their goals
They send the squads of police
Enforced authority
But soon they'll break away
Then they'll all be free
Social wars, riots killing
Everything has changed
Death defying mutant warriors
Only will remain
Subliminal seduction
A simple mind control
Pick the brains of those insane
But who's the bigger fool
Watch the city lights
As the students plan their fight
A social war against the system
Plotting their impending doom
Impending doom
The time is here
They'll shed a tear
Then they'll pull the knife
They'll kill the one
Who's in their way
Impending doom is here to stay
Wake up from a nightmare
Blood has stained the sheets
Everything been terrorized
Evil plan complete
10. Curses of the Deadly Sin
11. Tunnel of Damnation
I wait for the subway to hell
Total relentless aggravation
No one will tell
Visions of death
Pass through your eye
The final journey
Of your life
No one knows where you'll be found
Mindless people won't be around
Lost with no destination
Bodies poisoned with sin
Seeing your lifes destruction
Destroying the flesh from within
Visions of death
Pass through your eye
The final journey
Of your life
No one knows where you'll be found
Mindless people won't be around
Visions of death
Pass through your eye
The final journey
Of your life
No one knows where you'll be found
Mindless people won't be around
12. Follower
He just fronts the Manson clan
Power over all death and sin
Storm the ill
He just does this
Can't you see
Leads the weak in my affairs
Twist the army
Spread the fear
Races colors different creeds
Leeches on to whom be needs
All shall parish burn in flames
Storm the ill
Send your money
To the church of Christ
Leeching on like a parasite
Earn a place in the kinder life
Everyone's in search of paradise
Follower if the president
Do you think he's really heaven sent
He'll just push the button soon someday
It's the fame it's really childs play
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