Songtexte Psycho Babble - Devilment
                                                Psychobabble
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wind 
                                                is 
                                                far 
                                                from 
                                                quiet
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                autumnal 
                                                leaves
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                the 
                                                city 
                                                whipped
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                it 
                                                quickens 
                                                my 
                                                needs
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                cut 
                                                my 
                                                losses 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                prophets 
                                                of 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                disappear, 
                                                ticking 
                                                fear
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                my 
                                                realm 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                darkness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Death 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                sleep 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweet 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                meat...
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                glut 
                                                of 
                                                sluts 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                street
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fresh 
                                                abortions 
                                                in 
                                                an 
                                                alley 
                                                of 
                                                flies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                darkness
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ll 
                                                creep 
                                                and 
                                                I'll 
                                                reap 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Turning 
                                                trick 
                                                for 
                                                treat
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes 
                                                    I 
                                                too 
                                                can 
                                                be 
                                                discreet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Best 
                                                throw 
                                                caution, 
                                                my 
                                                reveal′s 
                                                never 
                                                nice
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walk 
                                                faster 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                taste 
                                                of 
                                                defeat 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                pace 
                                                    I 
                                                keep
 
                                    
                                
                                                Snapping 
                                                at 
                                                your 
                                                heels, 
                                                    I 
                                                feel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Exhilarated 
                                                waiting 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                kill
 
                                    
                                
                                                Razor 
                                                blades 
                                                are 
                                                running 
                                                riot
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                nape 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                neck
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                it 
                                                rape, 
                                                is 
                                                it 
                                                murder, 
                                                is 
                                                it 
                                                pain 
                                                you 
                                                expect?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                trip 
                                                the 
                                                brittle 
                                                little 
                                                steps 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                coming 
                                                down 
                                                and 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                Making 
                                                stains 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                knife
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                darkness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Death 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                sleep 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Prise 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                chase
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                joy 
                                                of 
                                                toying 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                long 
                                                your 
                                                naked 
                                                form's 
                                                been 
                                                the 
                                                prize
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                darkness
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ll 
                                                creep 
                                                and 
                                                I′ll 
                                                reap 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                best 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                score, 
                                                but 
                                                can 
                                                you 
                                                guess
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                wrongs 
                                                    I 
                                                shall 
                                                perform 
                                                for 
                                                your 
                                                eyes?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                vacant 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                pant 
                                                and 
                                                rant
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                act 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                despise
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                did 
                                                you 
                                                know?
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                did 
                                                the 
                                                madness 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                show?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                the 
                                                cracks 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                humanity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Black 
                                                lights 
                                                to 
                                                all 
                                                abode's
 
                                    
                                
                                                Corroded 
                                                lack 
                                                of 
                                                sanity
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                senses 
                                                heightened 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                cusp 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                Overload
 
                                    
                                
                                                Set 
                                                to 
                                                project, 
                                                duly 
                                                tightened 
                                                to 
                                                explode
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                lithe 
                                                precision 
                                                my 
                                                incisions 
                                                are
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bestowed
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                gift 
                                                of 
                                                opened 
                                                flowers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Red 
                                                and 
                                                fragrant 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                rose
 
                                    
                                
                                                Talk 
                                                faster 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slur 
                                                the 
                                                words 
                                                in 
                                                that 
                                                perfect 
                                                purr 
                                                    I 
                                                heard
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                bubbles 
                                                burst 
                                                on 
                                                lips
 
                                    
                                
                                                Growing 
                                                thick 
                                                and 
                                                slick
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                fate 
                                                masticated 
                                                and 
                                                spilled
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                darkness
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ll 
                                                creep 
                                                and 
                                                I'll 
                                                reap 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Turning 
                                                trick 
                                                for 
                                                treat
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes 
                                                    I 
                                                too 
                                                can 
                                                be 
                                                discreet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Best 
                                                throw 
                                                caution, 
                                                my 
                                                reveal′s 
                                                never 
                                                nice
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                darkness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Death 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                sleep 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweet 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                meat...
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                glut 
                                                of 
                                                sluts 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                street
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fresh 
                                                abortions 
                                                in 
                                                an 
                                                alley 
                                                of 
                                                flies
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Summer Arteries
2 Even Your Blood Group Rejects Me
3 Girl from Mystery Island
4 The Stake in My Heart
5 Living with the Fungus
6 Mother Kali
7 Staring at the Werewolf Corps
8 Sanity Hits a (Perfect) Zero
9 Laudanum Skull
10 The Great and Secret Show
11 Beds Are Burning - feat. Bam Margera
12 Psycho Babble
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