Nonsense Premonition - The Spawn

Diluted in faith anxiety is my cocaine.
Death whispers her final sentence trough this bones
The scapegoat have signed his own curse
Now I wear the crown of the king in no man´s land
Upon the throne of scum

I’ve played doctor with my own brain
And unearthly perverse visions played as my shrink
Lobotomized visions couldn’t help too much
And killing machine status is now settled on.


You say I’m gonna’ hit rock bottom?
Well… ill take you with me.
The gun inside my head is trying to show me a way
While the needle in my vein feels like a nail
But now I got the answer written in my hands
The answer is screaming; the answer is Kill.


Why the hell do I have to do this?
It isn’t my skin, so what is it?
I´ve tried to take pieces of sky
Instead they where trying to cut off my blood supply
But why cant they see, they are the enemy within
Im not that kind of animal, an oncoming crisis


I can’t count on my social skills
But I’m not sure if you have any skills
The only reason you are alive it’s a matter of time
Prepare your throat for screaming
Do I need to emphasize that soon you’ll be squealing?