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It feeds on the souls of the living.
It gets inside their minds.
It transforms their brains and their longings,
No consciousness it will find.
It feeds on their fears and emotions,
As it has 2000 years.
It's infected the Hindus, infected the Buddhists,
And kept them all in tears.
If you're dead, it will keep you alive.
And if you're alive, it keeps you nearly dead.
It forces the body to seek the uninfected,
And gets inside their heads.
Once your brain is infected,
It changes what makes you pleased.
Your purpose in live is to seek out the healthy,
And add them to the diseased.
In this way it creeps slowly
All across the lands.
But the wise and the strong can still join forces,
Defending our last stand
If you're dead, it will keep you alive.
And if you're alive, it keeps you nearly dead.
It forces the body to seek the uninfected,
And gets inside their heads.
- Album:
- Wasteland
- Nomad
- The Circus At the End of the World
- Off The Grid
- Æther Shanties
- Lost Horizons
- The Death Of Tragedy
- From Dreams Or Angels
- Cemetary Number 1
- Return To The Fire (EP)
- The End Of Days
- Dark Christmas
- Ranch Hand Robbie and the Wasteland Wranglers - Off The Grid
- The Sepiachord Companion
- Ancient World
- Live at the End of Days
- Through Your Eyes on Christmas Eve
- Stigmata Martyr
- Taxidermy
- Twisted & Broken