Heavy metalový kvartet Mudvayne utvořený v Peorii, Illinois, v 1996, její členové přijali neobvyklé pseudonymy sPaG (M. McDonough) (bicí), Gurrg (G. Tribbett) (kytara), a Kud (C. Gray) (zpěv). Původní baskytarista byl nahrazen po dvou létech za...
Cold seems crippling
Lame meander through corridors
Aroma's thick with age
Mark off the day
Reflections of my life are fading
Pull me out of body don't want it, don't want in,
Feeble frail and rotting
descending I'm lost in a structure that's collapsing
don't want it cast into
Maker take the body don't want it wants me
Past has found its place salvation is no more will god accept my
peace bleached will pardon me reflections of my life are fading
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in,
Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in,
A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into,
Maker take the body don't want it wants me
I just want to run aruond fly kites wrestle jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore memories in me
cocooned in misery
I'm sick and tired of embracing reflections of past time receive me
or cast me away
God please take me away
Resistance futile suicidal ideas I will crucify my own being satisfy
Selfish needs fuck the deities justify my own right to what's waiting for me
On the other side the time has come lock and load I'm coming I'm
coming I'm coming I'm coming home
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in,
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in,
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in,
Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in,
A structure that's collapsing descending don't want it,
Maker take the body don't want it wants me,
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in,
Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in,
A structure that's collapsing descending don't want it,
Maker take the body don't want it wants me
I just want to run around fly kites wrestle jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore memories in me
cocooned in misery
The darkness overcomes soul soars to the other plain
Existence past the door I sail through purgatory's bay
I asked a god for poison cradle me sown to my dreams souls searching
death blossoms where clouds lie over me held in god's hands death
blooming
Dark for fear of failure
an inner gloom as wide as an eye
and fermenting roiling hate
death grip in my veins
unveiling rancid petals
flowering forth foul nectar
the space between a blink and atear
Death blooms
