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A Sunday Morning Killing Spree

(1999)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresDeath Metal, Sludge Metal
LabelsDefunct Records
Album rating :  -
Votes :  0
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A Sunday Morning Killing Spree Lyrics

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1. Bastard
I've lived to what I am. Don't want to be your satanist. Don't want to be your born again christian. Found too many promises I couldn't keep. The only thing I've ever learned. Hooked to her wounds and see all the reasons we came. The only thing I've ever shown. I live to what I am. Not a satanist, not your born again christian. I choose when I should not pray. I choose my life each day. And I've found to many things wrong in this world. The only thing I've ever shown. Look to the sky and see all reasons we die. The only thing I've ever shown. Empty, the things in life I couldn't find. I gaze among the ones we can't see. Empty the promise dies, living amongst the cries. Hatred, the one that craves, It lives within the pain, withing the pain. Something inside the wounds are bleeding, And I crave with fear. I live to what I am. Not a satanist, not your born again christian. I choose when I should not pray. I choose my life each day.
2. Sunken
Forests hover like the sky over my skin. Rain was the cloud that kept me cleansed. Reason for the doubt and I still blame you. Your forgotten soul, you forgotten soul. Dream. Here we stand now like the blades of grass, cut in two by these hand that raped me as a child. Dream ... they blame me. It's been too much time, off the back of my hands. It's why you see you can't be a man. Open your eyes to see you're not the only one. It can't be that you're empty. Take from another point of view. Open your eyes. Come let us die. For it's noth worth this, your pride. Come start open your believing in something you're not deceiving. Open your eyes and see you're noth the only one. You can't see that you're empty. Raise your head and swear to become so aware. Open your eyes. Come let us die.
3. Bitter Soul
Severed heads, the key of all thinking. Not too much to call this an uprising. My promise, my count on hate, and fear. the only other time you feel the unnecessary. Stuck to the wounds, that burn inside. Fed by the tubes, that cloud your mind. Gasping the fumes, that take you away. Piece to the truth soon taken away. Led by the hands you feel everyday. Not for the way you cried vengeance. We all breed the same way anyway. It's in mee, the feelings compromise me. Compromise. Piece of the truth, they soon reached your mind. Not for the loss that came in time. The only reasons I felt so unaware for trusting ones that blame the hell on me, Me. Stuck to to the wounds, that burn inside. Fed by the tubes that cloud your mind. It's in me, the feelings compromise. Compromise. Piece of the truth, they reached your mind in time. Led by the forces that feed your mind. Come see that's all I hear from you. You're gone something I always knew, in time, time. Stuck to the wounds that you feel everyday. Inside the minds you've turned around to hide, me.
4. Waste of Flesh
An ounce of pride it suits us all. We come in fear, yet we stand tall. Rash of hate. Incompetence, is what you call proportions. Slaughter the paths in me like your Sunday Morning Killing Spree. Rake the eyes in time that comes, blessed for mery. It looks us wrong. Keep it so, it's all the way we came. Two things left in cold blood. I dreamt of you that night, crosses burning. In the darkness, who called ... it's alright. all my thoughts were to be unseen. Now they sought, now they've always came. Now, I, came to see. Open your eyes and dream, the blessed, the mist that came. Rake the promise, from my veins with no remorse. Come and see the wisdom now. They own your thoughts and dreams somehow. Woke to the sound of bitter cries. Slapped in the face, by the ones that can't fly. And I've done all I can. Open your eyes and dream, the blessed, the mist that came. Rake the promise, from my veins with no remorse. Come and see the wisdom now. They own your thoughts and dreams. Kept it so, it's all the way we came.
5. Bolted
Funny how the sun wil burn on with unhappy scarred on your face. It's time we left this fucking evil place. And I swear - Held and mounted, scraped and bounted. Lights forming before my eyes like dead trees floating in the skies. Holdme, bolt me, strap me to your throne. They come now here, to smoke my hollow bones. Rape me, scrape me, from the cold concrete. Theri simple eyes, they came to watch me bleed. Sacred words you preached unto me, now you'll burn, with your selfish kind. Happiness comes from ones that are not su fucking blind. And I swear - Held and mounted, scrapped and bounted. Lights forming before my eyes. Hold me, bolt me, strap me to your throne. They come now here to smoke my hollow bones. As drams fell form the flourescent skies. And these dreams of light swept between you and I. and I swear not to see it cold. Blood stains, grow on the face of old. Triggered - to the chance that I may not kill. No, not by my own will. Pain - They come to watch me bleed. Strange - they know everything. Don't leave me here ... no, not alone. Ashes they form in the blacks of the eyes like dead trees floating in the skies. Don't leave me here - not just to die. Sacred words you preached unto me - So fucking blind.
6. A Day (In The Clear)
Carry me off to a place that is as low as yourself. Rely on your selfish needs cause it's not my feelings. I only persuade to consider myself in control. Which is all known. Count your deaths one by many. Self-inflicted pain was the answer. I fucked your reasons, I fucked your thoughts. Your lost cost me, your lesson - everything. Is oly to believe, my lessons real - not a failure. Take your weakened minds and crush them in my hands. Lie your souls down by my side ... creation of evil commands. drown in my saltless sea. Your wounds burn by the hate in me. I fucked your reasons, I fucked your thoughts. Your lost cust but - to suck me. Your reasons for everything, if only to believe - My lessons real, not a fake. Cries to insert your body by bleeding - to insert my token of pain. To see inside my blackened midn, to see my prophets of hell. Twice the man. Two times you've lied about what you've always been. Friends, you can't understand all I speak is revenge. One glimpse, one glimpse of my foot tattooing your ass. Hold on, hold on to this dream that's done passed on.
7. Whose Shame
Scream for thee for what have I done? Scrape the shavings cause it fits no one. No one to tie these bitter fists of rage now. She was battled and beaten, tormented like the slut that she was when it came to the season. Who walks happily smiling across this field, this field of broken glass. though she turned form the inside out now, it wouldn't be the last. Stricnine, a blackbone snaps in a cry of a flashback. Acid left indention in my brain. Though she stands so pointless at taht times it still remains. She was battled and beaten, tormented like the slut that she was with ... Tragic flaw, well it shouldn't be too much this time. Not to call it the last time 'yall. Fake healer, can you heal this once descended mind? For I crossed the line ... like the slut that she was, tormented and beaten, like the whore that she was when it all came to haunt mine. Fear. The feelings come, come to me and break my heart. Burry me in. My shit, my pride, my heart, my life. Come break me, burry me in my shit and remember me. Love comes to conquer the ones that are so blind. Scream for thee for what have I done? Scrape the shavings cause it fits no one. No strings to tie thes bitter fists of rage now. She was battled and beaten, tormented like the slut that she was when it all came down to the seasons. Tragic flaw, well it shouldn't be too much this time. Yeah, no to call it the very first time. Fake healer, can you heal my once descened mind? Fake healer, can you heal me? Well it shouldn't be, well it couldn't be me. Well it shouldn't be me, well it couldn't be me. Lie - it's about me or maybe what you put inside of my head - no question. The simple fact that you seem to have mislead me, Yeah, mislead me to believe in you.
8. Blankface
Kill me now so I can see what it means to me when you die. A mystic belief people gave me because they're all afraid to be deceased. I've longed to sleep for all eternity. A candle that's been cut at the mass. Could you stand and watch your face and what you've learned all seems to disappear? Could I release myself? To be in someone else? To see inside my soul, to feel their loss of all contro? A million ways to kill you and I've yet to grow bored. Season her off to spill the blood rushed from your head to the floor. Fear this, for I speak what's true my friends. Emptiness and hollowed points wait at your end. Anxious to see what's in store for me. So I guess I'll have to wait to be deceased. Fire up that spleef. That's what it means to me. To die when I'm high and see in someone elses eyes. A nail in your coffin six feet down. Better off to live with no sound. A nail in your coffing six feet down. Better off to bury yourself underground. Fire up that spleef. That's what it means to me. To die when I'm high and see in someone elses eyes.
9. Thisgrace
Slung, the broken wings. Torment, what's it bring? Slave, the unborn son. Whom we turn from. Climb with me. Forget why we sought the man who came to sake us for us to take his hand indeed. Oh how these, oh how these days. Oh how these days came and I was so blind. To all the rains came and now take all of mind. Did not ask for this and yet it still comes. Like the four winds blow that came from above. Tha paint that it sought and confides, bringing much more wisdom that high. Oh how these days, oh how these days. Oh how these days came and I was so blind to see frains come and take all mine. They sought me ...
10. Hates Creation
Picture yourself in your own favourite chair. Nails in your hands, to soon to keep you there. Air is tight, soon you can't breathe. No, it's not me. Hooks in your chest, not to come from powerless. Raise the scorn by the then you'll feel the pain. Soon as you seem, seem to be torn, not forewarm. Raise the hate, all we know is we grow dead. Who died and left you god? This time you pray to the lord. Your're soon, yourself you can't keep. By the nails now dug in your feet. Raise the torture with straps on your legs. Feel it's closer and soon you will beg. Soon as you seem to be torn, not such a thing. We all grew warm in the light. Soon as you seemed to be torn. Not by the flesh, we all grew warm. Can't you see it's all we need? Raise the pain. Can't find just one to blame in vain, my destiny. Had to come to recognize, they come to test me. They found the ways for you to die. Led by the hand where you will lie. Don't leave - don't leave. Come bring the pain that lies in your brain. Let the scorn show you all the things I've known. Hooks bound in your chest and worn flesh, all was pain - pain. Who died and left you god? This time you pray to the lord. You're soon, yourself you can't keep. By the nails now dug in your feet. Raise the torture with straps on your legs. Feel it closer and soon you will beg.
11. First Incision
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