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SEDITION LYRICS
"Demo 1990" (1990 Demo)
1. The Window of Pain
2. Little Bitch
3. The Aftermath
4. Product of Your Faith
5. Only the Old
6. The Bum
7. Necessary Evils
1. The Window of Pain
2. Little Bitch
3. The Aftermath
Like a pot bellied goblin drooling over a virgin.
With a rich greedy gleam in my eye and a sick politician's grin, I tasted the red juices that flow within.
Smearing the sweat
That trickled down her spine.
Grabbing her by her hair
Slowly guilding her head to taste
The souls of my children.
The rush of nicotine riddling between my fingertips,
easing my mind so it seems.
I asked her to leave because of the smell.
It must be time to find another one to climb into, before I wither away.
When I walk, the women shall follow.
Feeling no remorse.
We're on our way.
No one knows us.
No one knows our name.
No guilt, no one to blame.
Slip into her fire and feel her flame slowly bring your blood to a boil.
Yet another pretty girl lying naked to adore.
4. Product of Your Faith
His leather jacket was made from human hide.
Studded with skulls from side to side.
He's a product of your faith in the streets he awaits.
From what he takes you will bleed.
From your faith he will feed.
From what he takes you will bleed.
In the streets he awaits.
He's a product of your fucking faith.
He knows just what runs through your mind.
He knows just what you will feel.
Well, I am telling you this, he doesn't care if you live or die.
Consumated in blood and written just to tell you why.
He leaves it for you to decide which is evil or divine.
You've watched him crawl from the bowels of humanity into the epitome of insanity.
Straight from the jury's eyes.
Slowly you turn and look his way.
For it's your turn to pass judgement today.
His leather jacket was made from human hide.
Studded with skulls from side to side.
He's a product of your faith.
In the streets he awaits.
From what he takes you will bleed.
From your faith he will feed.
From what he takes you will bleed.
5. Only the Old
6. The Bum
7. Necessary Evils
Well I have vision of the street.
I know where to get just what you need.
Well I can score anything and what you need is the hair of the dog that bit you, so you're not sick anymore.
Your skin is turning pale.
In your eyes it seems you've seen a ghost.
As the holes grow in your veins.
I can make you feel better, but first you must pay.
You've been up for days.
How does it feel with all those hallucinations?
Well, nothing seems real.
Well what you have is a simple case of addiction of the mind.
No one can tell you.
You already know.
So go ahead, fire it up and rid yourself from your soul.
Your skin is turning green now and your life fades with each breath.
So go ahead, melt it down and have another shot of death.
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