Cold Day In Hell — текст песни (Foetus)

{J.G. Thirwell)
If Moses had heard about this one there would`ve been another commandment:
Thou shalt not slaver on thine cadaver whilst all thine fat is in the fire
This isn`t the melody that lingers on, it`s the malady that malingers on
There`s the Devil to pay - he can keep the change - I can`t stand the thought
of another cold day...
I AIN`T GOT A CHINAMAN`S CHANCE IN LIMBO
Mass breathing, mass seething, mass bleeding, mass seeding, mass debating
Mass existence is the cause of my problems, gotta choose between suicide
and genoicide
I`ve been impaled by the sins of World Ware Two
Can`t sleep for the skins of six million jews
I`d join the Ku Klux Klan just to get the uniform - or a good night`s sleep
ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE
The jig is up - My fate is sealed
I`m stood at the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone reads WISH YOU WERE HERE
The tearing of my FLESH - The thud of my CARCASS
The rhythmic crunch of bone
Crucifixion is my addiction...
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
When it`s one man against the world, I shouldn`t have so much time to complain
I found there was a hole in my spiritual parachute after I jumped from the
astral plain
No escape from four stone slimy walls I built up while trying to knock them
down
DEATH warrant DEATH wwatch DEATH rattle DEATH`S door - ain`t I died enough
before?
Deliver me from this treachery... Deliver me from this AGONY
Stop trying to make a man of me... I ain`t got the raw materials, see?
I`m a killer with a label and a blueprint of Babel and all of my DEATH cards
are on the table
I met my maker and I don`t like what I see... Medusa is fondling me
Blut und Boten are strictly verboten, it`s a classic case of mort subite
But what I thought was the quickest solution turned out to be satanic destiny
ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE
The jig is up - my fate is sealed
I`m stood on the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone reads WISH YOU WERE HERE
I DIED EVERY NIGHT FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
The tearing of my FLESH - the thud of my CARCASS
THE RHYTHMIC CRUNCH OF BONE
Crucifixion is my addiction...
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL