Dark Allusions

Gore What for Macabre Wastelands Sicknesses are rising from the underground One man's ma*sacre for one's entertainment Some may put their ratings on the television But you cannot censor the imagination CHORUS Suffering for fantasy Keeps me wondering if we'll ever see A sound mind for reality To discern our dark allusions from insanity Gore - what for Macabre - wastelands in your soul Images of torture te replace the pain Many can't control promiscuity Fade away the youth - innocence decays The dark fruits of sin - mocking undertones CHORUS