Crystal Blue - Chaosweaver

Stand in a shower of crystal blue

Welcome to this empty room, full of thorns

Full of depression

Here bones of chrome eat the flesh, and rust

Floods like blood

With a meathook grin he says: «Watch me as I

Kill myself, again»

Nails grow out from his arms

And stench of scorched flesh fills the air

Horizontal decapitation — fills the air

Vertical crucifixion — fills the air

Razor sharp leaves fall into vortex of nothingness

Mushroom cloud effect inside consciousness

Meltdown in the looking glass

Can there be life in death?

Twisted travesty looking back from the mirror

Black hole eyes and mouth sewed shut

Standing in a shower of Crystal Blue

Can there be life without flesh?

Can there be life in death?

Into contaminated blood you shall lay yourself to

Rest

New found fountain of life

Gives you relief from your mortal coil

In the form of certain death

Meltdown in the looking glass

Into contaminated blood you shall lay yourself to

Rest

New found fountain of life

Gives you relief from your mortal coil

Some smell lemons, others stench of decay

Stand in a shower of crystal blue

All this behind those black eyes

Stand in a shower of crystal blue

Meltdown in the looking glass

Spine of sanity structured into thousands of pieces

Thousands of pieces transformed into sand

Running through hourglass of existence

Running towards the inescapable end

Silvery warheads pierce the flesh

Head on to war

War to all

All to void

Burning red erases the landscape

All this behind those black eyes

Head on to war

War to all

All to void