Lyrics Bastard - Cryptic Wintermoon

Bastard

GLORYFIED — GORIFIED — IDOLIZED BREED
DURFING ON ADRENALINE — I FEED — I FEED — I FEED
SMELL MY ODOUR — FEAR IF PERFUME — BOOTLICKERS CHOICE
IF SORROW MEANS A JOKE FOR YOU — I MAKE YOU LAUGH
I AM YOOUR PAIN AMPLIFIER
IN THE DARK OF NIGHT — I RUSH INTO YOUR SOUL
FUCK YOU — SHITFACED CREATION
I WILL AMPLIFY YOUR NEEDS
DIE BASTARD — DIE BY MY HANDS
DIE BASTARD — ROT IN HELL
PARALIZED — STERILIZED — FOOLS TO THE CORE
A PUPPETSHOW WITHOUT PUPPETEERS
ADVERTISED — BRAINWASHED MINDS — STAMPEDE OF SANITY
DOES ANYBODY NEED A GOD — I’LL MAKE SOME MORE
I AM YOUR GOD’S CRUCIFIER
SO WELCOME ME — JUST LIKE A STAR
WAKE UP — THE TRAIN HAS GONE TOO FAR
YOU WILL DEIFY MY DEEDS
WHO NEEDS PROFESSIONALS
WHEN STILL FOOLS EXIST
KEEPING UP THE IDOLS
THAT MADE YOU SO PISSED
LAUGHING — WHEN I HIT YOUR FACE AGAIN
REAL ENTERTAINMENT — THIS IS NO FUN
BASTARD — I WISH YOU HELL
RIDING ON THE WINGS OF WRATH — WRATH
LOWER INSTINCTS DOMINATE — TO GAIN VICTORY
NOTHING BUT A CHAPTER — IN SOME LITANY
TOUCHED BY A SHADE OF THRUTH