Category : Songs

Sub Category : Rock

On the Farming 
On the path to the vampires 
How could you expect their hopes to not perceive only redness? 

The Animals behind the locks
Turn out to be humans, someone like us or them 
It's what we do 
We place the captured on the hooks 
To let them bleed out

Put Adrenochrome over Adrenaline 
Make pizza gate richer 
Make this pizza stall's stomach thicker 

It's Always an offer to eat adam and eve's babies, everyday
Mistook eternal beauty for knowledge, my eyes become my brain 
A gulp of life 
and the Past hatches once again
Our skin is fragile as eggshells 
Our skin is as new as what is inside 

I want children in my food, please 
And adult's blood shall swim in my glass 
They have been forced to try and Murder who is them 
But what is final has been stretched out 

Rate our glow up over the timelines of lives 
Death's only a transport 

It's Always an offer to eat the sons and daughters of God and men
Mistook forever lasting beauty for wisdom, my pupils become the stuffing of my skull 
A gulp of crime's son 
and the Past is the Mirror-vomit 
Our skin is hopeful as eggshell's colors
Our skin is as new as what is in a pregnant girl's stomach  

I want the young paving the path of my tasting, yeah  
And adult's vein-alcohol shall bubble in my glass 
They have been provoked to do it and end their existence, for us or what else? 
But the high point, that has been cut apart 

Rate our glow up over the timelines of lives 
Death's only a transport 

I'm here to Switch roles with Humans and Animals, on this slaughterhouse
Now it's humanity, being eaten away 
from food-pyramids. 
This is cannibalistic but fair 

that is selfish addiction 
That is selfish addiction 

I want the young paving the path of my tasting, yeah  
And adult's vein-alcohol shall bubble in my glass 
They have been provoked to do it and end their existence, for us or what else? 
But the high point, that has been cut apart. 

Consume their organs, not sweets 
That's why vampires are Young 
That's why we both are called two Vampires 

Those are empty veins, not labyrinths 
For the red drops there was a way out 
All the red drops, they found a door to escape. 

So now they're being hurt to death with weapons and Tools 
Use your Imagination 
It's reflected in the Sunset of a grill's coal 
Can't you guess it? 
It's mirrored in the blood stains of our guilty Hands. 
Those are empty veins, not labyrinths 
For the red drops there was a way out 
All the red drops, they found a door to escape. 
I want children in my food, please 
And adult's blood shall swim in my glass 
They have been forced to try and Murder who is them 
But what is final has been stretched out. 
They have been provoked to do it and end their existence, for us or what else? 
But the high point, that has been cut apart. 
They have been forced to try and Murder who is them 
But what is final has been stretched out. 
They have been provoked to do it and end their existence, for us or what else? 
But the high point, that has been cut apart.