I live for what you would call filth and disgust Someone's loss of blood will power and light my veins I will paint the colour red all over your pitiful
Shadows of irrational dread Sensing worms in lust, blood eyed The source of my cold existence Forming, completing my dark side Overwhelmed by self compassion
Falling through the heart of darkness Your nightmare has just begun Reflections of personal experiences Has forever darkened the sun Being in a terrifying
[Lead: Malmstrom] Born in filth, with no future in sight Living of nothing What chances for survival exists? Is this the way to live? Death is a choice
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layers of lies, layers of lies Piece of a puzzle, a pawn in a game Lies, layers of lies, laers of lies That never will be solved Thick layers of lies
[Music: Vilela / Lyrics: Duarte] I could be the same forevermore Disputed surrounds of my free will are gone Holding in, dreaded Wasn?t my wish nor
Through a thin layer of rubber and a thick rusted armour of drunken lust I think when our clothes were on We had a different image of what this was supposed
Layer up, it's cold outside But my heart is warm enough to keep you dry Watch your things wrap up tight The wind is stronger now, when leaves are coming
Nestled up inside chrysalis is warm Feeding in my hive, soon I will be gone But, years have gone by and the walls are still to strong Embraced
Your liquid eyes where reason dies are pulling me into the sea Your passion for what you adore will be my guide to suicide When you clench
Once forever in without Flow the magma from the sun Solitaire I am within I'm forever only but I want to fade away Never could I be as lonely
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In my garden, among the trees runs a river, ten foot deep in it lies a hundred tears In my garden, among the trees In my dreams, among the ruins
Up, up, up, past the Russell Hotel Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer Up, up, up, past the Russell Hotel Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer
d evade waking up if the alarm wouldn't ring I'd walk into quick sand If I knew how far I'd sink Twin layers of trouble Two times that might Twin layers
: Through a thin layer of rubber and a thick rusted armour of drunken lust I think when our clothes were on We had a different image of what this was
65543221. 654322 layer 65443221. 654321 layer cake I've called you with my head My fingers, your lips to my hand Front Royale, big kitchen day My fingers . . . all over 655632 layer