THE ROTTED LYRICS

1. Drink Myself To Death

2. Dawn Of A New Error

3. Iron Fist

[originally by Motörhead]

Dark night nothing to see
Invisible hand in front of me
Scared to death there's someone near
Scared to move but you can't stay here
You know me, evil eye
You know me, prepare to die
You know me, the snakebite kiss
Devils grip, the iron fist

Flying horse don't make a sound
Flying hooves don't touch the ground
Walk in circle lose you track
Can't go on but you can't go back
You know me

Moon eclipse and you know why
Ghost rider in the sky
Beast of evil devils hound
Tooth and claw they pull you down
You know me

4. Propaganda

[originally by Sepultura]

Why don't you get a life and grow up
Why don't you realize that you're fucked up
Why criticize what you don't understand
Why change my words, you're so afraid

You think you have the right to
Put me down
Propaganda hides your scum
Face to face you don't have a word to say
You got in my way, now you'll have to pay

Don't, don't believe what you
See
Don't, don't believe what you read
No!!!

I know my ways, I'm here to stay
I didn't start all this yesterday
I'll prove you wrong all the way
Life teaches me you're always alone

Don't, don't believe what you
See
Don't, don't believe what you read
No!

5. Deathcrush

[originally by Mayhem]

Demonic laughter your cremation
Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood
A sudden crack as I crushed your skull

The remind of your life flashes by
A life that soon won't be
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil's rotten hand you'll see

I come forward
Deathcrush

I'll send you to your maker
I'll send you to your death

Death nicely crucified
Death, heads on stakes

The barbecue has just begun
Deathcrush - deathcrush - deathcrush

Crush - crush
Deathcrush
Deathcrush
Deathcrush

6. Out Of Hand

[originally by Entombed]

Fools gather round to watch me bleed
But there are things you'll never see
To protect and serve one nation under god
A nation in which no one's free

Their flesh begins to rot
What's left of what they've got
A boring life is getting old
Mischief won't turn to gold

By going back to burning books
Ripping apart things that doesn't fit
One times one equals nine
Your make believe reality is full of shit

Jesus Christ
Lord of flies
In disguise
Fuck!

It's fucked to hear one idiot's words
But worse to see others believe it
Fucked up minds in fucked up times
It's up to you to foresee it

Jesus Christ
Lord of flies
In disguise
It's all built upon lies
Out of hand
Is this a fucking joke
Out of mind
And it makes me fucking choke
Fuck!





THE ROTTED LYRICS