Burning The Masses şarkı sözleri
Hydrogen Cyanide is a colorless gasWith a faint bitter almond like odorCruel fashioned murder with an old fashioned disguiseReleasing a poisonous gas, to decieve your eyes.Don't trust your eyes, eyes!Perfect murder itches in the back of your mindLaying out the plans for you time to executeRushing home to prepare a laced enchanted mealYou loved ones are blind to your suicide holocaustTime to executeExcute your planAll you have is, potassium cyanide!Existing troubles will soon fade awayGreeny intentions, you posses no remorse.This white powder will consume your bloodlineLeaving behind a trace of disphoric story.Entering your control nervous system!Cyanide murder suicide!Judas of the saints, of the saints.Your tunnel sees no light.The ingestion of cyanide and cessation of respiration!Die!Emotional and instantaneous collapse.
