No time for innocence A child raised in hate Scarred by violence A youth betrayed Mind raped and twisted Ghosts will never fade Traumatic awakening
right hand He'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach
the veins - tear out the rotted soul take the last breath - snuff out the life No resurrection Massacrate the lord of the weak Buried blessings Destroy
Give up your heartache Build your weapon to destroy them all We have been stabbed to death Now our hearts replaced with this hole Eye for an eye Eye
day, Certain in the knowledge that it's not that far away! So you leave me sitting here bewildered as a new dead ghost, While I try to justify destroying
[The Farm Hand's Ghost:] "My kin and I had laboured hard to reap the yearly harvest. Lain weary on our gathered sheaves we cracked a vat of ale. Poured
out your name Look out, I play inside your brain Fleeing from my shadows, you'll never pass my test Don't you know that ghosts never rest Phantasmagoria
["Phantasmagoria is a form of psychological disorder where the victim has visions of ghosts in his/her mind. These apparitions multiply, eventually driving
the damned we turn to science to make the puzzle whole what lies beyond those hollowed eyes we'll be defeated, destroyed by our own ghosts when the
skull Hammering as the pigs of Faith squeal The prayers of tradition silenced by the howls of crucified holy Destroy the mythos Destroy the lie Destroy
be a ghost in the sky A ghost in the sky Be a ghost in the sky A ghost in the sky Be a ghost in the sky A ghost in the sky Be a ghost in the sky A ghost
From sky stars fell out into graves, Breathing while dying Companies of ghosts remain Alone with, with the sea And as they fade away..... Late night
with my heart again Fearless when it comes to playing games You don't cry and you don't care Afraid to have a love affair Is that your ghost or are
that The Bible is divided into two parts The Old and the New Testaments When I look at the Trey, I think of the Father, the Son And the Holy Ghost When
Spearhead, search and destroy Every woman, every man wanna move dem feet Every woman, every man love a spearhead beat Police in the city is shuttin'
Mayfair Witches] [By the letters of Petyr Van A., 1638] From that crazy night I never forget my love Before he pile of logs, She stood like unconscious ghost