It's Syanide
the dead will rise
We're the vampires
wit blood shot eyes
thru our music we victimize
Those who idlize
what we despise
we're the fucker that
never die!
Pasty skin, a life of sin
Thru an altered state
reality bends
disfigured images the
mirror reflects
memories of life tend
to seep back
With the full attack
the whip cracks
driven insane by
the leftside of my brain
I put the needle to my vain
to relief some pain......etc.
This was like one of my first from way back.
