Cold Angel Press

Lyrics

Quarter of an inch past life's death Flash of a smile with lies on it's breath Cold sharp steel with ander on flesh Know the touch of the cold angel press Gouged out tongue, don't speak but scream A language of pain, sleep now dream Starving crippled dog hang on now breathe Life just lived tomorrow to be forgot Flesh to earth inanimate to rot Memories, memories nothing to repress Know the touch of the cold angel press Life's too cheap Make me bleed Stupidity's the seed From the seeds of hot white pain Come questions only the gods can explain Thoughts and visions of animal insanity Personal hells of all humanity Quarter of an inch past life's death Know the touch of the cold angel press Life's too cheap Stupidity's the seed Make me bleed From the seeds of hot white pain Come questions only the gods can explain Thoughts and visions of animal insanity Personal hells of all humanity Quarter of an inch past life's death Know the touch of the cold angel press