Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Traumatic, artist - Deceased. Album song Surreal Overdose, in the genre Date of issue: 28.01.2013
Record label: PATAC
Song language: English
The Traumatic |
| Within her womb sits child fear starving joyous times |
| It knows no smiles nor happiness a life of doom awaits |
| A motherly instinct is to fend and guide a child’s soul |
| But in this woman illness reigns and terror it’s in control |
| The traumatic, pollution of the mind |
| Slain fornication mass produces seeds of tragedy |
| An all the while an anxious spell controls attentive minds |
| She taunts the children placing ghouls down deep behind their eyes |
| Force feeding darkness teaching them that life’s a place of fear |
| She keeps them buried underneath this precious world of light |
| As her face contorts her mouth upturns and creates the devils smile |
| The traumatic, pollution of the mind |
| Reclused and cruel her life goes on another victim grows |
| Her addiction to the dark, disturbed brings another pregnancy |
| The infant newborns unsnuggly settle into their creeping tombs |
| They’ll see no sun as the canvas paints a storming, raining doom |
| Seeing children doomed with fear is the greatest gift of all |
| Tears and panic in their eyes sees her grin from ear to ear |
| Torment womb a living cage she wills her illness she craves insane |
| Bringing monsters into their blood to creep and crawl and set the tone |
| Tearing, ripping spoon fed terror feeds them full |
| You must pray for these children, the traumatic! |
| Intrigued by the brooding, her serving life possessions |
| A twitching, burning, feeling in her mind |
| FEED THEM HORROR!!! |
| FEED THEM HORROR!!! |
| Reserved unto her children, this eternal dark obsession |
| A prize that goes to she who is deranged |
| Feed them horror! |
| FEED THEM HORROR |
| Feed them horror! |
| FEED THEM HORROR |
| Feed them horror! |
| Horror!!! |
| The created egg breaks its shell and the sample quickly grows |
| As its life is formed she reconstructs a cerebellum maze |
| Doom bludgeoned children freaked and stirred run screaming from their minds |
| As the devils feared from motherly ways laugh disturbingly at them all |
| The deranged grasp takes its hold life-crushed they won’t exist |
| Forever love and caring ways for them just never bloomed |
| A motherly instinct is to fend and guide her children’s soul |
| As her face contorts the devil comes and ends the childs life |
| It’s too late for the children, the traumatic… |
| …a dark cruelty |