Syndrome

Such a dirty disease fights under your skin It eats and it burns and it rapes and it turns Such an infested thing laying eggs within They hatch in your lounges with dirty tounges I'm gonna touch you inside I'm gonna be your little child Right where your blood runs wild Inside - that's where I'll hide Such a violent syndrome taped to your spine It's a virus storm and it's about to be born Such a violent word that wants to be heard You got me deep within and under your skin I'm gonna touch you inside I'm gonna be your little child Right where your blood runs wild Inside - that's where I'll hide I'm gonna touch you inside I'm gonna be your little child Right where your blood runs wild Inside - that's where I'll hide

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026

Dreams of violance and murders fall down hard Interzonic genocide high, the affusion of life Now it's time for suicide, to break the pure disbelief It's time to riddle the flaws of the physique of the motors And as we walk to the lost grounds of heaven tonight To the battered face of the soul We are damned from power, burnt black Watch as we crush their laws Hail to funerals And feast upon their minds Pure pain, the bitter soulstice bleeds in vain Cold sky sin, broken veins breathe Spirit masscorruption of deceit and death Now it's time for genocid, just another child to burn Move to the beat of sin, to the rythm of darkness deep within And as we walk to the lost grounds of heaven tonight To the battered face of the soul We are damned from power, burnt black Watch as we crush their laws Hail to funerals And feast upon their minds Pure pain, the bitter soulstice bleeds in vain

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026

I dream... And the laws of the world breathe cold, weakening to die And I watch... I watch the codes of life split in two as the open their arms for me and you And as they scream as faces of pain betrayed as tears by the rain And as they sing, they sing your name And as they sing as tounges of lies of deceit and of pain It's our God the Drugs That twists within and is trying to win It's our God the Drugs It's a new world code of bliss dressed in skin I live but the storm of my heart bleeds of life and of hunger And I'll die... And the doors of perception are naked for darkness to take And as they call as voices of wonder for secrets and truth And as they die so trashed and neglected... yet with a saint's sympathy It's our God the Drugs That twists within and is trying to win It's our God the Drugs It's a new world code of bliss dressed in skin Yet we breathe... terror to some, heaven to others What do angels dream, do angels sleep, do demons dream of darkness deep? It's our God the Drugs That twists within and is trying to win It's our God the Drugs It's a new world code of bliss dressed in skin

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026