Cyanide

(The cyanide) (Drink the cyanide) This is the hand that will blind your eyes And split your spine This is the blade that'll visit your flesh And release the wine Play! You play with toys that have triggers And you hear the lead moves near Play! You play with razors and it hurts, it hurts As you face your fears So face the dark And I'll teach you about fire In the blink of an eye Now drink the cyanide The worlds collide And you know That it's pure filth That I hide On these plains, there's a burning ruin That must be found On these plains, there's a demon that sleeps It must be unbound Run! You run for the borders Where epistles burn in the arms of man Run! You run among bodies and they scream They scream to bite God's hand So face the dark And I'll teach you about fire In the blink of an eye (Now drink the cyanide) On these plains, there's a burning ruin That must be found On these plains, there's a demon that sleeps It must be unbound Run! You run for the borders Where epistles burn in the arms of man Run! You run among bodies and they scream They scream to bite God's hand So face the dark And I'll teach you about fire In the blink of an eye (blink of an eye) The worlds collide And you know That it's pure filth That I hide So face the dark And I'll teach you about fire In the blink of an eye The worlds collide And you know That it's pure filth That I hide (Now drink the cyanide) (So face the dark) (And I'll teach you about fire) (And the blink of an eye) When the dark does what the dark does best It's darkness! Let the dark do what the dark does best Let there be darkness! So face the dark And I'll teach you about fire In the blink of an eye (Now drink the cyanide) The worlds collide And you know That it's pure filth That I hide

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026

Here she comes down, As her wings get nailed to the ground A Polaroid of shame The last angel's pathetic fame The face of deceit with nails in her feet She's a preacher deprived from her voice A punctured lung is creating noise The cry that she made Was the cry of a dying child The revocation of empathy The sound from a million Dreams and scars Terminator Bliss Blessed under a lie, Her last little weak "why?" The bloody end of a dream Slit the throat and taste the cream She wears her crown On a head that's bowed deep down A dying picture of lies A tortured saint fed to the flies Thanks to remy_ajira, thiareromeiro for sending these lyricsThanks to iceman for correcting these lyrics.Thanks to murder.dolli, toni.salomaki307 for correcting track #3 lyrics.Thanks to Fahrenheit for correcting track #11 lyrics.Thanks to daniel.ziga for correcting track #4 lyrics.Thanks to sined.xmhtr for correcting track #8 lyrics.Thanks to memaude_manson for correcting track #9 lyrics.Thanks to tom.cremers for correcting track #11 lyrics. Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com DEATHSTARS LYRICS

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 18, 2026