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TYRANNY LYRICS
"Time To Die" (2005 Demo)
1. Intro
2. Angels Plague
3. Dodger Hats and Fuckin Crowbars
4. Untitled
5. Going To Hell In A Hand Basket
6. Time To Die (BTK TRIBUTE)
7. The monster we have created
8. Cruisin For A Bruisin
1. Intro
No lyrics.
2. Angels Plague
Darken clouds
Began to split
As the gray fillings of god
Let loose with hatred upon humans
Red angles rip through
The barriers of heaven
To feed upon
The flesh of every human
Broken hearted they may be
Every 500 years
They break free
For keeping hell below and to it self
The angel’s plague
Runs through the chosen cities
These puny humans have no chance to survive
Flesh and blood
Red angels plague
It’s about that time
3. Dodger Hats and Fuckin Crowbars
Regret nothing
And live for today
Tomorrow was never promised
When it’s all over
We’ll be the last ones standing
The blood within our veins
Pure from the filth you feed us
It’s hard to talk shit
When your throat is slit
From ear to ear
Your drowning in hate
And my foots on your chest
You will die a DIE HARD DEATH
4. Untitled
No lyrics available.
5. Going To Hell In A Hand Basket
Silhouette of a man
On the stage
Watch as Babylon falls once more
OFF WITH HIS HEAD
He holds the nation in the palm of his hands
Right side of god
With his eyes on the kill switch
Warlord of cancer
A nation built on lies
Infiltrate
Annihilate
We’ll feast upon your eyes
The blood is on your hands
Over population
A war that can’t be won
The planet is your battlefield
And nothing can be done
Were all expendable
It’s just a matter of time
6. Time To Die (BTK TRIBUTE)
Stalking through another nightmare
Waiting in the star lit sky
Hunting in the shadows
Soon you will be all mine
Suffocation
Now your gonna fuckin die
Suffocation
Under the gun
Hanging in the basement
Under the gun
Suffocate
Tied to the bed
Your skin excites me so much
I close my eyes
And visualize my arms around you
Snuggled close to me
A gentle kiss we share
You can not
Escape my wrath
7. The monster we have created
I'll bathe in my blood
Before I ever bow to your god
Illusions of freedom
And the faded glory of the cross
Time is gone
Your ignorance bleeds
Through the hands of
A savior that is long gone
Injected salvation
Programmed to see through the truth
Perspired to lead us to the golden gates
For the wages of sin is death
And everybody has a price to pay
The moon
Hung low
And the death of a salesman is
Erelevant
Malevolency
Sinagog of blasphemy
Let the truth be known of you
I have sinned
In your eyes for the
Very last time
Misery fallowed me here today
And she speaks in forgotten tongue
Heresy
8. Cruisin For A Bruisin
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