The Lord Weird Slough Feg
The Lord Weird Slough Feg - 20th Century Wretch lyrics
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Sinking in silence the soft womb Breaking apart from the blows Heavy and lame on this twentieth century Planet of granite I've chose Nothing can save me I've lost all my energy Withered and broken I lie on the bed Breathing disgust as I stare in the mirror Cursing the veins that bulge out of my head Worthless to live anymore One thousand deaths finally taking it's toll Thought you'd survive in the fire Of mind vs. body -- to hell with your soul Just a host for the beast to perform Old nemesis of the race he will mourn Visions of him creeping under my skin He's vivisection of life from within