| Chorea - "Perversion of Hate" |
Blood thirst from the heart, 3rd degree so dark Passion with each strike, give thanks for the life Happy Birthday Demon Parade The glass not half full, Fortune for the fool Contrast to delight, Give thanks for the life Shrapnel confetti rains down and perforates your wings Evil instinct overrides, Challenge sides in hopes to die The pulse electrified, Circadian rhythms Welcoming to your doom [Welcoming home for you] One more for the road, Excess to unfold Sleepless in the night, Ridicule the life Happy Birthday Demon Parade The vast, not enough, Skin cold to the touch Split of the tongue-lash, Drown in your skin bath Happy Birthday Demon Parade Hold fort, Misjudging the level Walk unconscious Oh lord, It must be the devil Stirring up **** Control order tyrant of the mood Euphoria, the height understood Control order specter of the heart Compulsiveness, the human art Blood we drink, Flesh we eat Curse the eyes, curse deceit Sanguis bibimus, Corpus edimus That demon climbed from me, From the shadows Deep within for human skin, To feast |