Cotard's Syndrome-Sadistik

[ti:Cotard's Syndrome] [ar:Sadistik] [al:Altars] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Cotard's Syndrome (科塔尔综合症) - Sadistik [00:33.43]First daddy died then Mikey died [00:35.59]Why am I so dead inside [00:37.64]Maggots filled this head of mine [00:39.60]My tongue's fly paper to catch the flies [00:41.74]I spit 'em out towards a wretched sky [00:43.94]Water tastes like insecticide [00:46.10]Watch it take out my sense of pride [00:47.94]It's a genocide of my gentle side [00:49.96]They so surgical with their masks [00:51.99]So I murder all in my path [00:54.04]No merciful in my wrath [00:56.14]I am a monster I can never be altered [00:58.77] [00:59.87]Burning the altars [01:00.86]Watch 'em all perch with the vultures [01:03.11] [01:04.10]Eating away [01:05.04]One day they'll all turn into sulfur [01:07.05] [01:15.52]Dead in the head I was born like this born like this [01:19.37]Dead in the head I was born like this [01:21.51] [01:23.77]Dead in the head I was born like this I was born like this [01:27.28] [01:28.12]Dead in the head I was born like this [01:29.95] [01:31.76]When they burned the bodies I smelled the smoke [01:33.98] [01:34.88]From the hell below [01:35.94]Where they turned to zombies to sell their souls [01:38.10]To the highest bidder I'm high and bitter [01:40.40] [01:41.29]In this crypt of mine no kryptonite [01:43.19]Just cryptic minds [01:44.23]Crimson like when I draw the lines [01:46.37]A foggy life leaves me mystified [01:48.36]In this dream of mine full of dramamine [01:50.38]Where I wanna sing but my screams are quiet [01:52.69] [01:53.73]And my screams requite [01:54.86] [01:55.89]Demons acquired [01:56.89]Deeming the choir all charlatans [01:59.12]Harlots in my audience [02:00.97]Watch the harlequins all get sawed to bits [02:03.33]Deadliness is next to godliness right [02:05.58] [02:13.91]Dead in the head I was born like this I was born like this [02:17.34] [02:17.91]Dead in the head I was born like this [02:19.99] [02:22.13]Dead in the head I was born like this I was born like this [02:25.78] [02:26.41]Dead in the head I was born like this [02:28.33] [02:30.71]Winter in hell when the wind turns to hail [02:32.56]Hailed when they win then wince when they fail [02:34.85]The wind in the sails all went to the sales [02:37.00]I'm assailing against them scaling the fence with [02:39.51]Nails in the wrists I'm impaled from the sales that they pitch [02:42.25]Which pales in comparison [02:44.06]Sinking again in the stale and the kitsch [02:46.13]Been drinking a fifth watching tales from the crypt [02:48.23]Yea I lift the bar [02:50.70]Never star struck when I hit the stars [02:53.03]Never start something I can't complete [02:54.90]These heavy hearts hung in a gallery [02:57.16]These gallows swing these gallows swing [02:59.53]They feed us sh*t like a salo scene [03:01.72]These gallows swing these gallows swing [03:04.03]Sparrows sing like they're caroling my god [03:07.26]They're as spooky as ever [03:08.70] [03:09.42]More than you could imagine [03:10.99]Beautiful black bruises intact [03:13.17]Tactile abuse induce ipecac [03:15.31]A funeral mass I won't attend [03:17.52]I choose to be absent I don't pretend [03:19.81]And I don't believe in ghosts [03:21.56] [03:22.13]But you could be that yea yea you could be that [03:24.94]Spectres ghosts of themselves [03:26.65] [03:27.61]But they chose it themselves [03:28.87] [03:29.71]Made a home for the hell [03:30.90]Keep my eyes low when I know they're around [03:33.18]Spectres ghosts of themselves [03:35.70] [03:36.50]But they chose it themselves [03:37.95] [03:38.70]Made a home for the hell [03:39.93]Keep my eyes low when I know they're around [03:42.24]Spectres ghosts of themselves [03:44.61] [03:45.33]But they chose it themselves [03:46.90] [03:47.67]Made a home for the hell [03:48.92]Keep my eyes low when I know they're around [03:51.07]Spectres ghosts of themselves [03:53.66] [03:54.35]But they chose it themselves [03:55.79] [03:56.56]Made a home for the hell [03:57.82]Keep my eyes low when I know