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Deicide lyrics - In Torment In Hell

Immanent Doom

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Standing on mountains of sin, bad luck Is coming again, Wasting away in this hole, anguishing inside my soul, Inner peace I am denied, damming myself in the mind, Wondering eyes never see, visible powers concede, Nothing will stand in its way, immanent doom and decay, It is a present from god, payback for what I have done, Circling every mistake, wait to deliver my fate, Evil with anger and rage, sicken I bath in its pain, Wallow in shadows I'm in, watcher of heaven and hymn, Heartache is coming to stay, behold the mark of betray, Karma is coming for me, masking confusion unease, Sorrow absorbing my soul, mourning the lack of control, Pondering why I exist, remove myself from its grip, Self mutilation unstopped, repel the markings of god, When will you show me your face, immanent doom in disgrace Standing on mountains of sin, bad luck is coming again, Wasting away in this hole, anguishing inside my soul, Inner peace I am denied, damming myself in the mind, Wondering eyes never see, visible powers concede, Nothing will stand in its way, immanent doom and decay

Trials And Tribulations

D Sisive
featuring Instinct Crib notes fell out of your pocket speedwalking from lost battles Your soul fled the spot but physical caught in shackles Poison in your apple turn your princess to my mistress Verbal fitness landing where my fist is Your only witness was blinded with alert With the verse I make the world orbit in reverse You run fast when your eyes catch me taking off my pen cap Drill a hole in your middle and place your skin on a coat rack Release spit fire, unleash causes decease Cut out your own Adam's Apple and feed it to Eve As MC, Im reaching higher than THC Blood levels in devils and crack fiends on drug scenes Chattering knees slowly collapse as you rest You freezing at 90 degrees, but see me in sweat Your skills are in debt by my presence you start stuttering Use your last breath and say Instingt while muttering * Hook * (X2) I try, but I fail, and times will prevail all my problems through the Trials and Tribulations Situations tell the tail, but I'm tipping the scale, bidding farewell to all the Trials and Tribulations My manifestation be the cause of cancellation, underachievers be facing The penetration, while the impatient begins their pacing On a daily basis, Style , I'm hearing basics, While You keep rehearsing your versatile sound, I'm stomping through the underground At profound speeds, leaving the quaterbacks receiving sacks when the present MC lacks The opportunity to lock shit down like Steve Sax, your third eye gets cataracts when my forth eye attacks Your counteracts Cause you're bound to be wack, and I'm talently stacked Imitations be changing when I challenge three packs The wannabee macks Split chromosones while my ribosomes Attack immune systems with tighter grips to hold their own Radiation's be blazing, damaging ozones And I'm not just saying I'm the illest, I'll carve it in stone To prolong my stay at home, then my dome Leaves my follicles thrown, when my knowledge is grown from parts unknown, the... Spectators be impressed, therfore my celly gets stressed With reputations like Elliot Ness, relieved by bunning the non-delicate cess, travelling throughout my chest Unravelling talent within Distracting my vision Taking control of my system, not double digits, I kicked 187 words of wisdom So check the message I'm listing Styles are persistent, lines keep a crowd vibrating during the intermission While the other acts are switching My coalition will cold crush ya', microphone touchers Kicking straight lyrics while you're bisexual like Usher Then we'll rush ya', eliminating wackness from the T dot And my rhymes are so sick my mic needs a Hepatitis B shot...cause * Hook * (X2)

Cold Wind

JOHN BUTLER TRIO "Flesh & Blood"
Cold wind it blows Blowing through like Sunday morning Chills my bones, take me home, take me home Home is where the heart is, but my heart's been truly stolen Cold wind it blows, wind it blows Fire in my gut Reminding me that yes I'm in a Great big rut, great big hole, great big hole No one knows, can tell me where those chains begin Fire in my gut, in my gut, in my gut There are places you will never go And there are things that you will never know It all depends on which side of the road Hole in my soul Makes me feel like I am floating Far from my place, I got no land, I got no face Tell me Mr. what's a man supposed to believe in? Hole in my soul, in my soul, in my soul There are places you will never go And there are things that you will never know It all depends on which side of the road Gun in my hand You're tellin' me that I'm meant to obey Laws of your land, of your land, of your land But you don't follow rules of the silly games you play So gun in my hand, in my hand, in my hand There are places you will never go And there are things that you will never know It all depends on which side of the road [x2]

Tribute

UNWRITTEN LAW "Blue Room"
Deafness is a blindness deny through that burn inside Will life go on any longer a blank page in the book of life Conceive this time behind me because the future is gone Meet face to face with a bad dream the thought remains It can't go on Will you be standing there Call my name at the ending light I'll set my soul beside you God forgive this ending life Dave where are you going This burn in my heart is growing Down on myself, I don't want to be Set my soul apart constrict the feelings I want to break free Escape Deafness is a blindness deny through that burn inside Will life go on any longer a blank page in the book of life Conceive this time behind me because the future is gone Meet face to face with a bad dream the thought remains It can't go on Will you be standing there Call my name at the ending light I'll set my soul beside you God forgive this ending life Dave where are you going This burn in my heart is growing Down on myself, I don't want to be Set my soul apart constrict the feelings I want to break free

Killing Time

Clark Anne
Stumbling words and stuttering lips Make the sentence complete A death sentence complete Create hell our of hopelessness Confirm the failure of it all Falling and calling Falling and crawling A Stick in the ground scratches your name A scream in the darkness is searching Again and again Watching eyes wait for sadeness to rise True superstitions combine and thicken This poison that reaches my Soul This terror that blackens my Soul I must smile at your strategy And laugh at your plan And the execution of it all Like death itself love is rotting inside of me But there'll be no protection for you - you cannot hide me I am cold on a bed of ice But like seasons I know it will pass It will always return again though A Summer of love is a momentary and transient thing Winter will always return again.

Round Out Tha Tank

MYSTIKAL "Ghetto Fabulous"
me that's who, me me that's who, me me that's who, I'm tha round out tha tank, I'm tha round out tha tank, I'm tha round out tha tank, I'm tha loud blacca blacca, wacca wacca coming from behind cha Me that's who [Chorus X 2] I'm tha 'weee' before tha 'boom' I'm tha fire in tha hole coming from tha tube I'm tha claymore mine sittin in the dirt I'm tha probe of support, I'm 'doom doom doom' three round burst sleepin bag in tha freezin weather I'm tha fragmentation vessel for shrapnel and flyin metal I'm tha auto on tha fire select I'm tha thousand shells bouncin off tha brass deflector squeeze tha trigger send tha mass when it's time to take aim, I'm tha 'waahhhaa' fool when they ricochet down range, creeping and seeking and keep in my target I'm tha biological threat you don't wanna go to war wit listen hear I make your fuckin bread where you live at I'm almost there click away from yo Bivouac flash yo brains, highly illuminated this is operation fuck all my destination [Chorus X 2] Ha, I'm all you rank and ribbons strips and brass and decorations I'm that fucking hole in tha earth after detonation C 130 episode coming from tha sky recognize round two rollin just like hypmatize I think in aromas so save ya breath if I don't get cha with tha rifle I'm a catch cha with my bayonet I roll with M1's, tote em how I would I'm a 45 day 45 night field prep I'm yo' smart book in tha live exercise begins and when it get dark I'm noisy like discipline twelve bravo run you out the foxhole make it to tha bunker it ain't no survival I'm that war vet that's combat ready whether arctic or jungle or the middle of the desert they try to make it when they know they can't how the fuck yo gon run from the round out the tank [Chorus X 4]

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