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TEN RAIL CELL LYRICS
"Microman" (2005 Demo)
1. Neofight
2. New Life Industry
3. Microman
4. Autistic
1. Neofight
CAN’T HELP IT
EVERY TIME THE SAME PAIN
DEVIL’S GIFT
FLOWS THROUGH ME
BLACK I SEE IT ALL
ALL IS BUT A FEVER
A FEVER HAS TAKEN MY HEART
WHAT’S BEYOND
I TRY TO RICH
THE MARKS I HAVE
I LOVE THEM ALL
I AM THE BITCH
THE LAST TEMPTATION
THE SINNER GOD I LIVE WITH
IT’S THE MOST FAKE REINCARNATION
THE STRONGEST POISON
I HAVE FOR NOTHING
COME CLOSE AND TASTE
A LITTLE SUFFERING
I HAVE ALL THE COLORS YOU NEED
TO SHOW ME THE FACE OF DISGRACE
THE MIRROR TO MY INNER STRENGTH
THE DUST OF TIME THAT PASSES
AND WHEN YOU WILL SEE MY FACE
THAT WILL BE FULL OF DISGRACE
THE COLORS YOU NEED WILL FADE
AND I ‘LL BE MAD AGAIN
TOUCH MY COLD SKIN
TREMBLING BODY
WHAT YOU SEE IS JUST AN ANIMAL HIDING
I CAN BE LIKE YOU
BUT MY WORLD IS BETTER
SOMEDAY YOU MAY VISIT ME
I ‘LL BE THERE TO WELCOME THEE
I HAVE ALL THE COLORS YOU NEED
TO SHOW ME THE FACE OF DISGRACE
THE MIRROR TO MY INNER STRENGTH
THE DUST OF TIME THAT PASSES
AND WHEN YOU WILL SEE MY FACE
THAT WILL BE FULL OF DISGRACE
THE COLORS YOU NEED WILL FADE
AND I ‘LL BE MAD AGAIN
FACE ME, I AM NOT SO STRANGE
PURE SOUL, FULL OF FUCKING RAGE
PAINT, THE MADNESS THAT I LIVE
KILL ME, KILL ME, I DON ‘T WANT TO LIVE
I CAN’T HELP IT
EVERY TIME THE SAME PAIN
DEVIL’S GIFT
FLOWS THROUGH ME
BLACK I SEE IT ALL
ALL IS BUT A FEVER
A FEVER HAS TAKEN MY HEART
WHAT’S BEYOND
I TRY TO RICH
THE MARKS I HAVE
I LOVE THEM ALL
PAINT THE MADNESS…
PAINT THE MADNESS…
PAINT THE MADNESS…
PAINT THE MADNESS…
2. New Life Industry
AS THE WORLD GETS LOST AWAY
STRUGGLING TO REMEMBER HOW WAS YOUR LIFE
DID YOU FEEL ENOUGH PAIN
REST AFTER YOUR DEATH
SLEEPING IS THE BEST WAY TO FORGET
ATTENDANT OF OUR FUCKING WHORE
FORGET THE WORDS WE TOLD YOU
INCOMPLETE UNCERTAINTIES
(FAKE) ANSWERS BELIEVED
YOU CAN ORDER A CLEAN LIFE
SEE THE LAST COLLECTION
BUY YOUR COFFIN, ASK FORGIVENESS
SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND DIE
MILLIONS LIVES, SOLD IN THE PRICE
OF AN ILLUSION, ABOUT NEW LIFE
THE OFFER IS, IN SUFFICIENCY
TAKE YOUR PLASTIC BAG, IT’ S FREE
MERCHANDISE ORDER TO NEW LIFE INDUSTRY
IT’ S THE LAST TIME YOU WILL
MERCHANDISE ORDER TO NEW LIFE INDUSTRY
CATCH THE POSTMAN WHO COMES (ONCE) IN A LIFE TIME
ARE YOU ANOTHER ONE THAT YOUR DEATH MUST BE PREACHED
IF YOU BELIEVE IN YOUR LIFE LET THEM ESCAPE
CAUSE THEY WANT TO ESCAPE
LIFE FOR THEM IS SUFFERING LURED BY ETERNITY
THAT WILL NEVER FIND
MILLIONS LIVES, SOLD IN THE PRICE
OF AN ILLUSION, ABOUT NEW LIFE
THE OFFER IS, IN SUFFICIENCY
TAKE YOUR PLASTIC BAG, IT’ S FREE
MERCHANDISE ORDER TO NEW LIFE INDUSTRY
IT’ S THE LAST TIME YOU WILL
MERCHANDISE ORDER TO NEW LIFE INDUSTRY
CATCH THE POSTMAN WHO COMES (ONCE) IN A LIFE TIME
THIRSTY GENERATION IN A CIRCLE OF SEMI GOD FATHERS
GROWING DAY BY DAY
SWALLOWING EACH REMAIN OF HUMAN FLESH
IT’ S THE LAST TRACE OF MEMORY
THAT WILL FIND YOU AGAIN TO SPREAD YOUR WISH
I SEE NO PEACE
3. Microman
THERE IS NO FORGIVENESS
FOR THE LIVING SCARS
NEEDFUL MIND THE WEAPON
CREATED MAN
SCREENS REMINDS THE PLEASURE
PAST WAS SO UNREAL
FLAVORS OF THE FUTURE
THAT FEARS THE MASK
FEELING THE SALVATION
VERIFY THE WRATH
AS DEATH RELEASES
ALL PSYCHOTIC LUSTS
CLOSE IS NOW A DESERT
OF A HUNGRY SUN
REEL TO THE PATHETIC
THE WAY OF GUN
MICRO MAN
SHALL I PRAY FOR NOTHING
WHERE IS YOUR BELIEF
CALCULATE THE LIARS
FALSE ETERNAL DUST
CAN’T CONTROL THE WEAKNESS
IN THIS CRAZY RUN
FINAL RECONSTRUCTION
SELLS THE KILL FOR FUN
WASTED ARE THE MOMENTS
WASTED ARE THE FIELDS
TIME IS THE DESTROYER
OF THE LIVING DREAMS
MAKE ME SO UNHAPPY
THERE IS NO UNREAL
FEEL ME AS A FEELING
INSIDE MY NEED
SINNERS ALL WE ARE – WE MASK THE GOD
HAUNTED BY THEIR RULES – THEIR OILY
TOOLS
I ‘LL NEVER KNOW – HOW THE LOSERS GROW
BASTARDS……….BASTARDS……….
SHALL I PRAY FOR NOTHING
WHERE IS YOUR BELIEF
CALCULATE THE LIARS
FALSE ETERNAL DUST
CAN’T CONTROL THE WEAKNESS
IN THIS CRAZY RUN
FINAL RECONSTRUCTION
SELLS THE KILL FOR FUN
WASTED ARE THE MOMENTS
WASTED ARE THE FIELDS
TIME IS THE DESTROYER
OF THE LIVING DREAMS
MAKE ME SO UNHAPPY
THERE IS NO UNREAL
FEEL ME AS A FEELING
INSIDE MY NEED
SINNERS ALL WE ARE – WE MASK THE GOD
HAUNTED BY THEIR RULES – THEIR OILY TOOLS
I ‘LL NEVER KNOW – HOW THE LOSERS GROW
BASTARDS……….BASTARDS……….
4. Autistic
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