Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gargling Glass , by - Viral Load. Song from the album Practitioners of Perversion, in the genre Release date: 18.04.2013
Record label: Friendly Fire Distro
Song language: English
Gargling Glass |
| Burned so deep in my subconscious |
| Observe me and my psychosis |
| Masking the pain on the surface I trade |
| Fearing the creature for which you create |
| (Gargling Glass) |
| Rebelling the demons that stir from the past |
| Self mutilation I’m gargling glass |
| (Gargling Glass) |
| Burned deep inside |
| Tear out my throat with no chance to survive |
| Painful and slow |
| Sickens the mind but must feed the soul |
| Glass shreds mute sound |
| I’m heaving flesh onto the ground |
| Must question mental state |
| Self-mutilation seems irate |
| Disemboweled through throat with glass |
| Blood is spewing from my ass |
| Burned deep inside |
| Tear out my throat with no chance to survive |
| Painful and slow |
| Sickens the mind but must feed the soul |
| Must question mental state |
| Self-mutilation seems irate |
| Disemboweled through throat with glass |
| Blood is spewing from my ass |
| On with the pain suffer again forcing |
| The glass fragments down my throat |
| On with the pain suffer again I’m free |
| Death’s pleasure it holds me |
| On with the pain suffer again scarring |
| My own flesh to soothe the pain |
| Soothe the pain, experiment |
| I am the guinea pig |
| You don’t feel you fucking kill |
| Mutilated thrown away |
| Troubled for I choose this life that I’m taking |
| Flesh ripped open peacefully I lie in my fucking waste |
| This is how I choose to die |
| Gargling glass |
| Can’t inhibit my decision |
| Gargling on glass |
| Fearing the sickness reality’s gone |
| Hacking away at self worth |
| Forcing glass down my esophagus |
| Self-mutilation is driving the curse |
| Chocking on blood and pieces of meat |
| Hacking away at my flesh |
| No blood to my brain |
| I fall to the floor |
| Convulsing and twitching |
| I now greet my death |
| There is no pain |
| Scarring my brain |
| Hemorrhaging eye |
| Maggots and flies |
| Flesh in a heap |
| Vocal chords seep |
| Blood mixed with bile |
| Stench is so vile |
| Soothe the pain, experiment |
| I am the guinea pig |
| You don’t feel you fucking kill |
| Mutilated thrown away |
| Troubled for I choose this life that I’m taking |
| Flesh ripped open peacefully I lie in my fucking waste |
| This is how I choose to die |
| Gargling glass |
| Suicidal voices calling form beyond |
| Death has swept across my ears with the sweetest song |
| On my grave their lies a wreath |
| Six feet under I lie beneath |
| Suffer with the pain |
| Reaching out again |
| A prisoner in my own hell |
| Fear engulfs my being |
| The horrors I am seeing cannot be described |