Killing Floor
So this is dreamtime And all is quiet So this is dreamtime And all is night I've never been held by the hand of god Who's rocking the cradle, if he is not? He turned the oil into his blood Panzer divisions burning in in the mud The stain of freedom he's washed it out Who's rocking the cradle, I have no doubt Sleeping eyes awake To see his hooded gaze Whispers on the wind The darker side of ecstasy Satan has left his killing floor Satan has left his killing floor Satan hellfires burn no more Satan has left his killing floor So now it's dreamtime for you tonight So now it's dreamtime and all is quiet You've never been held by the hand of god Who's rocking your cradle, if he is not? Sleeping eyes awake To see his hooded gaze Whispers on the wind The never-ending breath goodbye Satan has left his killing floor Satan has left his killing floor Satan his fires burn no more Satan is coming back for more Satan has left his killing floor Satan has left his killing floor
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
How many lifetimes, how many beginnings How many lovers, how many threats How many religions to keep us all guessing Give me a reason. Why? Hell is a reason. Why? The real world You've got to fight to see it through The real world It's like the cages of the zoo The real world Is there a lifelong there to be? The real world, the real world Too many people try to sell you their cages Killing the fox till the jailer arrives If living in zoos Is your idea of outrageous Don't pick any animal I'll be the wild one The real world You've got to fight to see it through The real world It's like the cages of the zoo The real world Can leave you hanging by a thread The real world, the real world The real world You've got to fight to see it through The real world It's like the cages of the zoo The real world Can leave you hanging by a thread The real world, the real world The real world The real world The real world The real world, the real world The real world The real world The real world The real world, the real world...
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Story of one strange night in Japan... In the smoky haze, she was dancing free Should've ordered one but I ordered three Then I watched the room, and it was dancing too So I ordered four and I hit the floor On the count of five, I was still alive At the stroke of six, I picked a drink to mix At the stroke of seven, I fell out of heaven As the clock struck eight, I felt the hand of fate You're in the spotlight And I'm running out of time You're in the spotlight The rest of your life starts now Tell me what sin was on your mind, yeah May I approach from behind, yeah Tell me what sin was on your mind, yeah Start confessing to your crime, yeah Well, I tried to come but I was already there Did I arrive too soon? Well better late than never When I come again, you will know it's time Cause I have to go to catch another rhyme Things are getting tight, maybe one more stroke Any last words from the fiery folk You're in the spotlight And I'm running out of time You're in the spotlight The rest of your life starts now Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah May I approach from behind, yeah Start confessing to your crime, yeah Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah, yeah, yeah Now the wheels of life go rolling on, into the sun Now the wheels of life go rolling on, we roll as one, yeah Tell me what sin was on your mind, yeah Start confessing to your crime, yeah Tell me what sin was on your mind, yeah, yeah, yeah Start confessing to your crime, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026