Falling Full Circle
Aversion
Fit To Be Tied • 1992
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Lyrics
Lonely thoughts breeding desolate times, the empty spaces that
Rest in his mind
Descriptive back passage, tomorrow so blind, the grip on reality
Slips farther away
The crack in his face forms a lunitic smile, he thinks of the days when he was a child
The years of pain spent all alone, breed a reckless resentment
That cuts to the bone
Image of cruelity is sharp like a knife, it's cutting his sanity
Controlling his life
Crouched in the corner avoiding the whip, they blackened his eyes,
They're splitting his lip
Red tide rises as it turns on pop, catching a glimpse of a red
Torso drop
No chance for the weak when they crawl to the door, no hope for
The dead when they're bashed to the floor
Battle rages on forever, confiscation of the soul
When the final victim falls, the game begins it's falling full circle
Battle rages on forever, confiscation of the soul
When the final victim falls, the game begins it's falling full circle
Artillery carried through allys of grey to the black colored cars that impatiently wait
Off in the night to the central location where capital's washed
Of that killing sensation
The man in the suit greets you straight and alery, with a grip
On your life he knows your hurt.
A look in his eyes reassuring a thought of torture at hand,
Better dead and not caught.
Battle rages on forever, confiscation of the soul
When the final victim falls, the game begins it's falling full circle
Battle rages on forever, confiscation of the soul
When the final victim falls, the game begins it's falling full circle
Your dreams of the big time are quickly gone, there's noone to
Help, you're standing alone.
You know way too much, it's your turn to die, one hot piece of
Lead between your eyes,
Once held highly by the black with the green, now stopped in
Your tracks by the underworld screen.
Ciao, muthafucka, you've done your job well, now sit back and
Relax as I blow you to hell,
Battle rages on forever, confiscation of the soul
When the final victim falls, the game begins it's falling full circle
Battle rages on forever, confiscation of the soul
When the final victim falls, the game begins it's falling full circle
Rest in his mind
Descriptive back passage, tomorrow so blind, the grip on reality
Slips farther away
The crack in his face forms a lunitic smile, he thinks of the days when he was a child
The years of pain spent all alone, breed a reckless resentment
That cuts to the bone
Image of cruelity is sharp like a knife, it's cutting his sanity
Controlling his life
Crouched in the corner avoiding the whip, they blackened his eyes,
They're splitting his lip
Red tide rises as it turns on pop, catching a glimpse of a red
Torso drop
No chance for the weak when they crawl to the door, no hope for
The dead when they're bashed to the floor
Battle rages on forever, confiscation of the soul
When the final victim falls, the game begins it's falling full circle
Battle rages on forever, confiscation of the soul
When the final victim falls, the game begins it's falling full circle
Artillery carried through allys of grey to the black colored cars that impatiently wait
Off in the night to the central location where capital's washed
Of that killing sensation
The man in the suit greets you straight and alery, with a grip
On your life he knows your hurt.
A look in his eyes reassuring a thought of torture at hand,
Better dead and not caught.
Battle rages on forever, confiscation of the soul
When the final victim falls, the game begins it's falling full circle
Battle rages on forever, confiscation of the soul
When the final victim falls, the game begins it's falling full circle
Your dreams of the big time are quickly gone, there's noone to
Help, you're standing alone.
You know way too much, it's your turn to die, one hot piece of
Lead between your eyes,
Once held highly by the black with the green, now stopped in
Your tracks by the underworld screen.
Ciao, muthafucka, you've done your job well, now sit back and
Relax as I blow you to hell,
Battle rages on forever, confiscation of the soul
When the final victim falls, the game begins it's falling full circle
Battle rages on forever, confiscation of the soul
When the final victim falls, the game begins it's falling full circle
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