Sick love song This could be your We are miserable You are driving me insane This could be your sign that things are going wrong Wake me up in the morning glory Hanging straight your lies and stories How do you mark your territory? When your trash

Burnin' all pollution tonight How many rivers This morning I woke up in a curfew Oh God, I was a prisoner, too Could not recognize the faces standing over me All dressed in uniforms of brutality How many rivers do we have to cross Before we can talk to

Got up this mornin', just about the break of day Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes You know, I cried last night and all the night before You know, love's a hard ol' fall, make you do things you don't wanna do I got a letter this mornin',

I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

And you throw away your troubles, dream a dream with me Up a lazy river where the Robin's song Awakes a bright new morning you can loaf along Blue skies up above and everyone's in love Meets a lazy river in the noon day sun Up a lazy river where the old

be it not so! Thou shall see me not in agony Failure was and is no option 'tis my undying self The ever wandering son ov the morn Abandoned, yet never to be conquered (music and lyrics by Nergal) Background lead: Nergal split my skin, fuck my wounds

Don't be cruel It's takin' all of me to love someone like you Runnin' round 1, 2, 3 clock in the mornin' I'm halfway to losing my mind Am I suppose to close my eyes and fall asleep when you're not home? Cause I wanna believe you, but I wonder if you're

Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson Are you nasty? Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning? Are you nasty, are you nasty? I love her anyway (Climbing out back the door, didn't leave a mark)

I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

My sermon steadfast and proud: There is nothing but god in me! The son ov morn What made me so divine? I, transcending ecstasy through ecstasy I who am eternally defined by my Will Behold I am the spawn ov downcast Ariman Awakened, yet am no longer human