Skrew - Cold Angel Press Lyrics
Quarter of an inch past life's deathFlash of a smile with lies on it's breathCold sharp steel with ander on fleshKnow the touch of the cold angel pressGouged out tongue, don't speak but screamA language of pain, sleep now dreamStarving crippled dog hang on now breatheLife just lived tomorrow to be forgotFlesh to earth inanimate to rotMemories, memories nothing to repressKnow the touch of the cold angel pressLife's too cheapMake me bleedStupidity's the seedFrom the seeds of hot white painCome questions only the gods can explainThoughts and visions of animal insanityPersonal hells of all humanityQuarter of an inch past life's deathKnow the touch of the cold angel pressLife's too cheapStupidity's the seedMake me bleedFrom the seeds of hot white painCome questions only the gods can explainThoughts and visions of animal insanityPersonal hells of all humanityQuarter of an inch past life's deathKnow the touch of the cold angel press
