Madness from Madness by My Dear Malice

Where will we bury our good will, the same hollow place we came to die.

Do away with fear, no sense in empathy anymore.

There's a filthy stain on our lives
since we slaughtered our youth
an empty casket of blood marks the future

Of this world

We are mad, we answer to the dead. We are mad we silence cadavers.
We are mad, we answer to the dead
We are mad, we answer to the dead.
We are mad we silence cadavers.
We are mad, we answer to the dead.

Erratic movements, we follow the dance of death. And all his children who walk the crooked path. Contorted fingers reaching to steal your eyes. Sadistic visions of madness, unsettling minds.

Where is home
What is faith
Where is hope

Exposure
From under the sky
We fear the end is nigh

Writings of a madman make sense
When's there's nothing to live for
Fear the kingdom they've built
Wherever we go blood is spilt


Erratic movements, we follow the dance of death. And all his children who walk the crooked path. Contorted fingers reaching to steal your eyes. Sadistic visions of madness, unsettling minds.

Where is home
What is faith
Where is hope


you don't know what it's like, to feel disgusting in the eyes of this world

Our consciousness submerged in filth.

• Death Metal
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