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TEETH OF LIONS RULE THE DIVINE LYRICS
"Rampton" (2002)
1. He Who Accepts All That Is Offered (Feel Bad Hit Of The Winter)
2. New Pants And Shirt
3. The Smiler
1. He Who Accepts All That Is Offered (Feel Bad Hit Of The Winter)
Within her hands are gifts for the damned
You take them all
Consume the pills, the acid, the booze
Weakness can't refuse
White speed, brown smack, bone pipe filled with crack
There's no turning back
Mushrooms and cocaine fight wars in your brain
You can't stop the pain
Your mind is ablaze, bleak streets are in flames
You burn in the maze
Soul falling down, deep into black sand
Where senses are drowned
Still you take more
Smoke pills with your draw, lick speed off the floor
You head hits the wall, you're charged with death fuel
The ecstasy's cruel
The room's turning red, your trip becomes dread
Yet still you accept
She smiles then disappears- her face haunts your fear, fear, fear, fear [Repeat 3x]
Are you strong enough, to feel real pain
C'mon take it
'Are you man enough?- fucking coward'
You thought you were evil
Could take on all the world- big man
But now you're feeble, a scared little child
In fear of your life- weakling
The pantomime's begun- for you
Twisted faces stare, into your barren soul- taking...
The void of nothingness- from you
Dogs are growling, hungry for your flesh- fucker
Your sanity in shreds- weak freak
Plastic hippy shit
Not so cool anymore- consumed by- hatred
Crawling on the floor- pleading
You pathetic clown
In a circus of parasites- aaghaagh
Your friends have become savage- monsters
Hands covered in blood
And shit now fills your mind- take it- more
Your skull a plastic coffin- empty
Within her hands were gifts for the damned- you took them all
Crippled self belief earns you a wreath for the future
Black horse in her eyes- unsaddled you ride- naked unto death
Blood pours from the sky, through towers you rage into the fire
Inferno of lust, cremation of self- beyond your control
The shit starts to work- you're lost in your search for destruction
Her face haunts your fear [2x], fear, fear
She smiles then disappears; her face haunts your fear, your fear [5x]
Her face mangled mess
Smash head against wall to relax your pain
Snort some more cocaine
Her face has turned red, your sensations are dead
Not in your head
2. New Pants And Shirt
Enter the 49 gates of uncleanliness, said she hoisting up her skirt
I held my breath against her fetidness
As I gazed upon a swinish flirt
I worked like a mule down the pit
For seven long days and seven lonely nights
It makes one week exactly for those of you
Who lack the skills to add things up right
Born in this pig sty in my new pants and shirt
But I leaped on the fence and I fell in the dirt
Great Mr. Peanuts Andels said
Battle brained animal with a teethless grin
I fled rather than- let myself
Be bathed in the unforgiveable sin
I went straight home where I was met
By my mother with a skirt up over her head
Sometimes I wonder just why the
Hell
I ever bother to get out of bed
Born in this pig sty- in my new pants and shirt
But I leaped on the fence and I fell in the dirt
3. The Smiler
Harvester of death behind a marble altar
Sucking your last breath- smiling
A gibbering wreck, rope of love around your neck
Life a crucifixion- keep smiling
Sinking into depths, hands are tied behind your back
Strangled by devotion- smiling
Abandonment of self, depression is your ecstasy
In misfortune engrossed- smiling
Destruction is wealth- punishment your luxury
Elation through pain- Still smiling
Slave of bleak desire- in vacuum void of pity
Exotic isolation- Smiling
Barren emotion cuts like a blunt knife
Against the hatred of your blackened heart
Brewing through states in search of joy
They spit out rejection, you worship the same
Annihilation of your inner-self
Breeds gratification in your hunger for wealth
All that was beauty you've smashed wide apart
With the fist of envy, for nothing that's smart
Servants to emptiness fall onto their knees
Entranced by the smiler they crave his disease
Frailty drives them as nothingness breeds
In cartoons of virtue their observance bleeds
In lakes of fire- they yearn to be blessed
Slaves to perfection- baptised unto death
King of lost feelings, in pain he is crowned
Within love's inferno, the smiler he stands
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