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SINKING LYRICS
"SinKing" (2003 Demo)
1. Slow Burning
2. Pulse
3. Butcher's Grin
4. Standing in a Riot
5. Our Ghosts
1. Slow Burning
Imagine a pig with a carving knife
Truly comfortable with the dawn of fate
But can you take it
Your lips are moving
but you´re not saying anything
You pretend but you don´t know shit
Sometimes difference creates a new standard
I face the fact I´m worth a war
As I´d rather say
Seemingly free
Slow Burning
A wall of jokes built on explanations
I have a sledge
Do you help me to swing it
Be humble but not humiliated
There´s no soul in a force-fed mind
With these broken ribs I testify
There´s no entry for you into my heart
As I´d rather say
Seemingly free
Slow burning
2. Pulse
Your sun is sick
Naive sign of a bittersweet...
frustration
I am sure you
were buring us already
Just maybe
we faked dead
just to see
who´ll do the skinning
Well, did you find
the bodies to prove it
Guess what we´ve got here
There is no reincarnation
We´ve always been here
Gone.
Suck your fruitless pollution
with the air you breathe
Hell I´ve waited
for this moment
Me being crushed
Proved so untrue
If you don´t like the view
change your perspective
Guess what we´ve got here
Gone.
Suck your fruitless pollution
with the air you breath
And it was/is living in our blood
3. Butcher's Grin
Spoiled - is a word that really suits you
and with all the considered love and care
you wonder what went wrong
Your mother was an angel
and deep down so were you
But you fucked with your seeming saviour
You fucked your cock sore
Abused angels laughing at you
from the tainted sky
Right. I´m giving blood
Built-in eraser of memories
I´m in the wounds you lick when you´re ill
In a pool of blood you lay
under the butcher´s grin
Over - You paid your sins in a confused state
And when the devil came and shot you
you still wondered what went wrong
Your mother cried like a little child
In the end, you know, she knew
about the life you thought you were mastering
in a nook of a filthy loop
Abused angels laughing at you
from the chemical sky
4. Standing in a Riot
Never smile at me again
It´s about time for an innovation
You ram over me with your hunch
trying to dominate the
moment with assaults
Am I as stupid as I look
or as smart as you fear
Uncompromised
I wonder what´s your urge to compare
What if there´s a reason why
you´re stuttering and searching
Consider your soul dead
Dead souls get a lot of forgiveness
Give me a motive I can decompress
A mistake, a fuck up, a decicion unfold
If the colour of your eyes
hadn´t been disguised
I couldn´t have forgiven this to myself
Standing in a riot
to calculate the amount of destruction
A man becomes an ape and the opposite
What the fuck we live for
I fucking destroyed every principle I had
Gaping wound was hungry and devoted
What are we now
Yes, what are we now was the question
What are we now
No more no less...well...
Got to be a little cynical
before doing any radical movements
Not your words, not your fucking decicions
Thank god for small mercies
The ghost on a shoulder smiles wickedly
What´s your definition to a total dedication
You´ll never learn
5. Our Ghosts
Where the sin will burn
because of smiling liars
we will sink and question our love
When the sounds of joy ring all together
we will show our horns and spawn
We look in the darkness
We could reach the light
but we close our eyes and we´re blind
All sense in half
Nothing to think
For these times we lose our minds
Brutal.
Fucking planet earth
where we live our lives
A reservoir of fools
You can´t buy my attitude
with the smell of roses
You´ve got those eyes
which are looking for the door
to a powertripping land
It will never change
I saw our ghosts
It will never change
Too many trips into a deep depression
There are razors where you blindly grope
Seed of greed in a pill of power
The result is a master dope
A human being is a beast
destroys itself
and is aware of it all
Wear the crown of a cannibal trend
King of the cold, god damned world
Brutal.
Fucking planet earth
where we live our lives
A reservoir of fools
I have the apple and I kill your worm
You are trying to block my spiky thoughts
dipped in curare
It will never change
I saw our ghosts
It will never change
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