Subject 42 by The Merciless Concept Lyrics
Butchered, all of human life with a single blow
Demise, laid upon the weakest kind
Ravage, soul less demons kill off the heard
My mind is set for eternal punishment
Ravaging this world
Is my horde of demons
Armies swarm pushing forward
Toward the worlds demise
Gods left blistered
Malicious animosity
Pillaging the lives
Wasting space on this earth
Tyranny presses on
This world will collapse
Death is the blessing
Rapture is the only answer
Scarring continues
Harvesting for the rebirth
My kind will dominate
Fixing your gods mistakes
No one can save you from this wretched world
The poison ridden air
Will take your breath
The cleansing
Has begun
Welcome
To
Your demise
The last man
To walk on
Will be me
Viciously dissecting
Your festering remains
Genetic engineering
Splicing the skin
Blood hits the ground like rain
Raging inside are the
Urges to kill
No one is leaving
Sessions of being torn
Distorted bodies
Failing subjects slowly dying in scorn
Abysmal punishment
Shackled in confinement
Let blade sever what ever is
Not my design
Scraps are fed
To demons
You worthless heap of disgust
Hang by whats left of your carcass
Carving the mold of a future breed
I am the maker of perfection
Putting my print on this wretched world
Put an end to hopeless disease
Of the human race
This pathetic waste of life must not continue
I will slaughter until extinction
Let the blood flow
Demise, laid upon the weakest kind
Ravage, soul less demons kill off the heard
My mind is set for eternal punishment
Ravaging this world
Is my horde of demons
Armies swarm pushing forward
Toward the worlds demise
Gods left blistered
Malicious animosity
Pillaging the lives
Wasting space on this earth
Tyranny presses on
This world will collapse
Death is the blessing
Rapture is the only answer
Scarring continues
Harvesting for the rebirth
My kind will dominate
Fixing your gods mistakes
No one can save you from this wretched world
The poison ridden air
Will take your breath
The cleansing
Has begun
Welcome
To
Your demise
The last man
To walk on
Will be me
Viciously dissecting
Your festering remains
Genetic engineering
Splicing the skin
Blood hits the ground like rain
Raging inside are the
Urges to kill
No one is leaving
Sessions of being torn
Distorted bodies
Failing subjects slowly dying in scorn
Abysmal punishment
Shackled in confinement
Let blade sever what ever is
Not my design
Scraps are fed
To demons
You worthless heap of disgust
Hang by whats left of your carcass
Carving the mold of a future breed
I am the maker of perfection
Putting my print on this wretched world
Put an end to hopeless disease
Of the human race
This pathetic waste of life must not continue
I will slaughter until extinction
Let the blood flow