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Sonus Mortis
Sonus Mortis - Subproject 54
Subproject 54
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Bodies warped mind timeless.
Our tongues were wrapped in silence.
Bugs and fleas rest on my skin.
With sanity leaking from within.
Injecting, infecting every man, woman and child.
Sinking, further, deeper, going nowhere.
Enraged, deranged. Madness set in stone.
Rejected, defective. Acid etching all bones.
Ultrasonic, wave magnetic.
Sending signals to my brain.
Ultrasonic, wave magnetic.
Am I, starting to go insane?
Microwave hearing. A different mind-set.
Fully charged pulses. Fluid-filled glasses.
Trapped!
Light reflects a knotted sorrow, storm clouds gather and plot to follow.
Nothing makes sense or so it seems.
Nightmares, nightmares.
Grasping throat of the human race.
Patient gestures without a face.
On the poisoned orchard floors, undress, undress.
Worms, rats, vermin. Soul sick. Mind trapped.
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
Tied up against a switchblade table,
Rope bound, feeling weak unstable.
While I nodded, slowly drifting as I watched the needle gripping…
It's just a dream or so it seems inside my head.
We are cursed here forever more.
Under the name of subproject 54.
Under the name of subproject 54.
Under the name of subproject 54.
Our tongues were wrapped in silence.
Bugs and fleas rest on my skin.
With sanity leaking from within.
Injecting, infecting every man, woman and child.
Sinking, further, deeper, going nowhere.
Enraged, deranged. Madness set in stone.
Rejected, defective. Acid etching all bones.
Ultrasonic, wave magnetic.
Sending signals to my brain.
Ultrasonic, wave magnetic.
Am I, starting to go insane?
Microwave hearing. A different mind-set.
Fully charged pulses. Fluid-filled glasses.
Trapped!
Light reflects a knotted sorrow, storm clouds gather and plot to follow.
Nothing makes sense or so it seems.
Nightmares, nightmares.
Grasping throat of the human race.
Patient gestures without a face.
On the poisoned orchard floors, undress, undress.
Worms, rats, vermin. Soul sick. Mind trapped.
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
Tied up against a switchblade table,
Rope bound, feeling weak unstable.
While I nodded, slowly drifting as I watched the needle gripping…
It's just a dream or so it seems inside my head.
We are cursed here forever more.
Under the name of subproject 54.
Under the name of subproject 54.
Under the name of subproject 54.
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