Genitorturers - Procession (Dave Ogilvie Mix) lyrics
[Genitorturers - Procession Dave Ogilvie Mix lyrics]
Subjected nevermore
To the whims of the dying
Steal their flesh, from the pool of the lying
Injected more, erythematous moisture
Beyond high, by the chosen kind
Feel it, to breathe evermore
Of the wicked of the world
Where processions' end subjected nevermore
To the fears of the dying
Feel their high, attempts to allude
Your flesh will sigh
In the midst of moisture
One sect more for the chosen kind
Can you feel it? Can you feel their high?
Feel it! Breathe evermore!
Breathe from the chosen kind
Then lie back down
Feel their high and breathe evermore
End your search for the nevermore
To the whims of the dying
Steal their flesh, from the pool of the lying
Injected more, erythematous moisture
Beyond high, by the chosen kind
Feel it, to breathe evermore
Of the wicked of the world
Where processions' end subjected nevermore
To the fears of the dying
Feel their high, attempts to allude
Your flesh will sigh
In the midst of moisture
One sect more for the chosen kind
Can you feel it? Can you feel their high?
Feel it! Breathe evermore!
Breathe from the chosen kind
Then lie back down
Feel their high and breathe evermore
End your search for the nevermore