Vicious Art - A Whistler And His Gun | Текст песни

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Alarming, disturbing and yet so pleasure filling
It burns me I need it give birth my charlatans
Afflicting for ages your world has drained my conscience
Determined with pleasure I know my time has come

Indifferent to his faith
All reason's blown away
A whistler on display
A whistler and his gun

Too far I have wandered in feeble compromises
The skin of my soul mate feels like a warm embrace
To own this assignment to kill a child in anger
I killed once regretful but wish to kill again

Too swollen now Too swollen now Too swollen now blast from the inside
And my mind is now And my mind is now And my mind is now dead to the outside

Then we found our luck While the music played
With the pied piper In the dark again
Forced Pressured Medical Slave

Bewildered by darkness my shadowlike appearance
Conceal me protect me against this viciousness
Reloading uncertain not knowing why it's breathing
Let silver caress me into oblivion

Indifferent to his faith
All reason's blown away
A whistler on display
A whistler and his gun

Too swollen now Too swollen now Too swollen now blast from the inside
And my mind is now And my mind is now And my mind is now dead to the outside

Then we found our luck While the music played
With the pied piper In the dark again
Forced Pressured Medical Slave

Who am I Hide and seek
Chemicals in me

Indifferent to his faith
All reason's blown away
A whistler on display
A whistler and his gun

Too swollen now Too swollen now Too swollen now blast from the inside
And my mind is now And my mind is now And my mind is now dead to the outside

Then we found our luck While the music played
With the pied piper In the dark again
Forced Pressured Medical Slave

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