Death Trip 21 - Ash

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Death Trip 21

The story of a man who did never exist

Lord of the skies died

With no look in his eyes

Sleep walked into the afterlife

Died in his sleep

His face incomplete

You got a taste you’re playing with the dark stuff

Don’t let it get under your skin

I’ve seen your eyes in the bottom on my glass

You died in your sleep

Your face incomplete

One million miles away

My thoughts afloat in speculation

You fill my dreams like sandman

With the taste of hedonism and death

One million miles away

My thoughts afloat in speculation

You fill my dreams like sandman

With the taste of hedonism and death

Your dark resolve to change your face

On the eve of your death and resurrection

Heavy with sleep deprivation

By death and power intoxicated

The story of a man who did never exist

The surgeons have died

Found in barrels at a building site

Found dead with their nails ripped out

He died in his sleep

His face incomplete

One million miles away

My thoughts afloat in speculation

You fill my dreams like sandman

With the taste of hedonism and death

On million miles away

My thoughts afloat in speculation

You got a taste

You’re playing with the dark stuff

Don’t let it get under your skin

The world’s overpopulated

Fucked up anyway

You’d hate to think you were missing the fun

Don’t let it get under your skin

The world’s overpopulated

Fucked up anyway

You’d hate to think you were missing the fun

The story of a man who did never exist

Lord of the skies died

With no look in his eyes

Sleep walked into the afterlife

Died in his sleep

His face incomplete

You got a taste you’re playing with the dark stuff

Don’t let it get under your skin

I’ve seen your eyes in the bottom on my glass

You died in your sleep

Your face incomplete

One million miles away

My thoughts afloat in speculation

You fill my dreams like sandman

With the taste of hedonism and death

One million miles away

My thoughts afloat in speculation

You got a taste

You’re playing with the dark stuff

Don’t let it get under your skin

The world’s overpopulated

Fucked up anyway

You’d hate to think you were missing the fun

You got a taste you’re playing with the dark stuff

Don’t let it get under your skin

I seen your eyes in the bottom of my glass

You died in your sleep

Your face incomplete