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INSISION LYRICS
"The Dead Live On" (1999 EP)
1. Corridors of Blood
2. Paedophilia Cum Sadissimus
3. The Dead Live On
4. She Speaks No More
5. Exaggerated Torment
1. Corridors of Blood
Sometimes it comes to me in shape of dreams
The sights things to come
The corridors of blood
All these wierd things in my dreams
Fear of my mind is growing within me
It comes more often now it never stops
Visions of killing, pain and cries
I cannot hide
In my dreams the dead come to life
I can't tell what's real anymore
My soul is screaming for help
I can still hear them calling me...
When I sleep...they come to my dreams
This one man...he laughts at me
He's here to remind me to haunt me
Again I see them and it's no fantasy
They always come to me when I'm sleep
With sights of what I've done
From corridors of blood they're calling me
I feel insanity growing inside of me...
The one that I've dreamt of...
Spread across the floors
Headless, gutted, molested
Surely dead, but yet they scream...no!
It comes more often now
It'll never stop
The memories of what I've done
I want to die
Still I see...this man in man dreams
Can't rid him...cause he is me
2. Paedophilia Cum Sadissimus
Father, father, you made me a beast in disguise
Mother, mother, you gave birth to a killer of man
Urge to kill must forfill
The sight of blood, what a thrill
I see you bleeding and it makes me strong
Tasting the rush of murder it turns me on
I can't feel that what I do is wrong
As I slam your head into the ground
My hands are bloody now a smile emerging
Please fight it... make it worth a while
Father, father, no guilt no remorse in my eyes
Mother, mother, they believe every one of my lies
I can feel it coming near
Now it won't be long
I can smell it coming
It's the end for you
3. The Dead Live On
The foul smell inside this place
Stench of decomposition
There is no need to work in haste
No disturbance does exist
Every night I go outside
Digging deep into the ground
Digging for the dead
A mushy one will do just fine
I was born with this addiction
Collected pieces stuffed in jars
Rotten dead, they are all my friends
Heard them speaking to me
I thought this cannot be
Words came from the wormfilled mouths
There was fear but also excitement
Keep on bringing corpses home
At least now I am not alone
In my head I hear their voices
Every night I go outside
Digging deep into the ground
Digging for the dead
Stacking my friends at home
The dead live on
Inside my head again they are living
They dead live on
My friends have turned against me
They all say that they hate me
Cannot live, they are all gone
Blowing my head off with my gun
There is a morgue inside my house
I was born with this addiction
Collected pieces stuffed in jars
Rotten dead, they are all my friends
4. She Speaks No More
Standing alone on an empty road
Rain was pouring thunder roared
I thought that she'd be an easy prey
So I pulled over and took her in
Her skin was wet and dripping
- So beautiful and so sweet
Yet she was unkowning this ride
Would be her last
I decided I would tell her that
I had sentenced her to die, and out in the middle of nowhere no one would hear her cries
I pulled into a stop tore her out
So beautiful so sweet but now
Her facial expression showing
Nothing else but fear
Pused to the ground
I sat on her chest
Hand around her throat
Choked face to face
With a crowbar it was done
Her life cased so on
The blood is all over I'm leaving her
Slaughtered... Dead... She speaks no more
An inhuman need to kill
I lack compassion
She died by my hands
And then left to rot
In death I found attraction
She thought that I had made it up
She thought it was a lie
Now her blood is on my hands
Just like to took her life
Dead...
She speaks no more
5. Exaggerated Torment
I indulge myself the pain
Strapped down to my new creation
Searching for so long to reach my satisfaction
I find pleasure in this pain
Torture is my newfound infatuation
It's been several days but it's only just begun
Before this night I'll be dead and gone
Hopefully I'll soon be dead this is the only way
This curse called 'Life' is chocking me harder every day
Pierced my skin with needles
All these spies stuck in my flesh
Cold steel slices my body
A ten-inch-blade cuts into me
Hurt me, molest me
Ain't nothnig compared to being alive
Burn me and stab me
Torture til death then I'm leaving this life
So many ways to hurt myself yet not found the one
Sewn shut mouth sewn shut eyes
Cannot scream cannot see
It wno't be over till I'm dead and gone... Dead and gone
Dying I'm bleeding my source of life is flowing from me
This is my fate to be
Exaggerated torment
It's getting cold
Tear me apart bleed me to death
This is my fate to be exaggerated torment
Exaggerated torment
TOrn apart bleed to death
I indulge myself the pain
Strapped down to my new creation
Searching for so long
To reach my satisfaction
Cold steel sends me into death
Punctured vital organs
No need for a burial, leave me to the worms
Torment...
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