Bastardised Ink Lyrics
| Song | Bastardised Ink |
| Artist | Archive |
| Album | Controlling Crowds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| All hailstorms in to die for my sins, | |
| why am I accursed and not believing, | |
| death to damnation both forced arrest, | |
| enforced interrogation duress fire question, | |
| pressure point temple brainwashed disciple, | |
| shooting at me with a holy water pistol, | |
| I am not a heathen I'll give you the reason, | |
| ten commandments and ten counts of treason, | |
| they can pass judgements while I plead, | |
| ignorance self defense dollars pounds and pence, | |
| because we live inside the age feelings hard to gauge, | |
| I just open up the book and keep turning the page, | |
| while the all powerful throwback to miracle, | |
| whips up the storms and pestilent swarms, | |
| sacrifice to appease the deity, | |
| whilst heavens open up just to seize the enemy, | |
| wiped out civilisations, | |
| desolate barren landscapes genocides, creation, | |
| but mad scientists wildly experiment, | |
| drawing the conclusion down into the sediment, | |
| to the dark hour seed is sown, | |
| now on there will be light via fire and brimstone, | |
| walls fall down but emerge from the ground as if to start over, | |
| rebuild the structure, | |
| true to life adventure, | |
| even while your breathing lung puncture, | |
| nothing out there to protect you, | |
| so they look into the skies the cries can be heard, | |
| the word is obscene unwashed and unclean, | |
| wreaking havoc for the hell of it, | |
| whilst digging deep and developing a taste for it, | |
| bloodthirsty craves screams for mercy, | |
| highly unlikely, | |
| feel the almighty crash, | |
| alas hope all evaporates incinerate burns out and obliterates, | |
| keep the faith in more ways than one, | |
| or believe me and mark my words thy will be done. | |
| Praying not for the cynical quick stepping left right, | |
| pick up as they march upon the pinnacle, | |
| clocking up the watch stop digital, | |
| trying to make peace while they'd rather make base and erase the place they found, | |
| lies written all over the face wonder why, | |
| feeling immortality fearing they’re afraid to die, | |
| sly snakes sidewind and enter your mind, | |
| finding temptation insecurity and frustration, | |
| hating anger lusts after fear as half the man dies whilst shedding the tear, | |
| a clear sign that it's way past the time, | |
| to rebuild the bleeding heart that lies broken, | |
| well I must be mistaken but I more than feel that a chance is not taking consideration for the non believer plagued by diseased why? | |
| Nothing but an open mind is what I try and maintain, | |
| hand on heart keep alive in dying art, pick it up dust it down make a start and bring it round. | |
| Pray to God blaspheme one can only dream, | |
| crucify and ask why either do or die. |
| All hailstorms in to die for my sins, | |
| why am I accursed and not believing, | |
| death to damnation both forced arrest, | |
| enforced interrogation duress fire question, | |
| pressure point temple brainwashed disciple, | |
| shooting at me with a holy water pistol, | |
| I am not a heathen I' ll give you the reason, | |
| ten commandments and ten counts of treason, | |
| they can pass judgements while I plead, | |
| ignorance self defense dollars pounds and pence, | |
| because we live inside the age feelings hard to gauge, | |
| I just open up the book and keep turning the page, | |
| while the all powerful throwback to miracle, | |
| whips up the storms and pestilent swarms, | |
| sacrifice to appease the deity, | |
| whilst heavens open up just to seize the enemy, | |
| wiped out civilisations, | |
| desolate barren landscapes genocides, creation, | |
| but mad scientists wildly experiment, | |
| drawing the conclusion down into the sediment, | |
| to the dark hour seed is sown, | |
| now on there will be light via fire and brimstone, | |
| walls fall down but emerge from the ground as if to start over, | |
| rebuild the structure, | |
| true to life adventure, | |
| even while your breathing lung puncture, | |
| nothing out there to protect you, | |
| so they look into the skies the cries can be heard, | |
| the word is obscene unwashed and unclean, | |
| wreaking havoc for the hell of it, | |
| whilst digging deep and developing a taste for it, | |
| bloodthirsty craves screams for mercy, | |
| highly unlikely, | |
| feel the almighty crash, | |
| alas hope all evaporates incinerate burns out and obliterates, | |
| keep the faith in more ways than one, | |
| or believe me and mark my words thy will be done. | |
| Praying not for the cynical quick stepping left right, | |
| pick up as they march upon the pinnacle, | |
| clocking up the watch stop digital, | |
| trying to make peace while they' d rather make base and erase the place they found, | |
| lies written all over the face wonder why, | |
| feeling immortality fearing they' re afraid to die, | |
| sly snakes sidewind and enter your mind, | |
| finding temptation insecurity and frustration, | |
| hating anger lusts after fear as half the man dies whilst shedding the tear, | |
| a clear sign that it' s way past the time, | |
| to rebuild the bleeding heart that lies broken, | |
| well I must be mistaken but I more than feel that a chance is not taking consideration for the non believer plagued by diseased why? | |
| Nothing but an open mind is what I try and maintain, | |
| hand on heart keep alive in dying art, pick it up dust it down make a start and bring it round. | |
| Pray to God blaspheme one can only dream, | |
| crucify and ask why either do or die. |
| All hailstorms in to die for my sins, | |
| why am I accursed and not believing, | |
| death to damnation both forced arrest, | |
| enforced interrogation duress fire question, | |
| pressure point temple brainwashed disciple, | |
| shooting at me with a holy water pistol, | |
| I am not a heathen I' ll give you the reason, | |
| ten commandments and ten counts of treason, | |
| they can pass judgements while I plead, | |
| ignorance self defense dollars pounds and pence, | |
| because we live inside the age feelings hard to gauge, | |
| I just open up the book and keep turning the page, | |
| while the all powerful throwback to miracle, | |
| whips up the storms and pestilent swarms, | |
| sacrifice to appease the deity, | |
| whilst heavens open up just to seize the enemy, | |
| wiped out civilisations, | |
| desolate barren landscapes genocides, creation, | |
| but mad scientists wildly experiment, | |
| drawing the conclusion down into the sediment, | |
| to the dark hour seed is sown, | |
| now on there will be light via fire and brimstone, | |
| walls fall down but emerge from the ground as if to start over, | |
| rebuild the structure, | |
| true to life adventure, | |
| even while your breathing lung puncture, | |
| nothing out there to protect you, | |
| so they look into the skies the cries can be heard, | |
| the word is obscene unwashed and unclean, | |
| wreaking havoc for the hell of it, | |
| whilst digging deep and developing a taste for it, | |
| bloodthirsty craves screams for mercy, | |
| highly unlikely, | |
| feel the almighty crash, | |
| alas hope all evaporates incinerate burns out and obliterates, | |
| keep the faith in more ways than one, | |
| or believe me and mark my words thy will be done. | |
| Praying not for the cynical quick stepping left right, | |
| pick up as they march upon the pinnacle, | |
| clocking up the watch stop digital, | |
| trying to make peace while they' d rather make base and erase the place they found, | |
| lies written all over the face wonder why, | |
| feeling immortality fearing they' re afraid to die, | |
| sly snakes sidewind and enter your mind, | |
| finding temptation insecurity and frustration, | |
| hating anger lusts after fear as half the man dies whilst shedding the tear, | |
| a clear sign that it' s way past the time, | |
| to rebuild the bleeding heart that lies broken, | |
| well I must be mistaken but I more than feel that a chance is not taking consideration for the non believer plagued by diseased why? | |
| Nothing but an open mind is what I try and maintain, | |
| hand on heart keep alive in dying art, pick it up dust it down make a start and bring it round. | |
| Pray to God blaspheme one can only dream, | |
| crucify and ask why either do or die. |
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