Coordinates: 50°30′27″N 3°05′06″E / 50.5075°N 3.085°E / 50.5075; 3.085
Tourmignies is a commune in the Nord department in northern France.
[Intro:] 'Megeddo's Gateway.'
Hunter of the silent darkness--
Mighty steel leviathan,
Rise from your nocturnal vigil--
'Davey Jones' the time has come.
Send spitting fires and roaring thunder--instigate Poseidon's wrath,
Unleash the terrors of the deep uncertain of the aftermath.
Attack is the best form of defense--fingers on a keyboard play,
When genocide's a numbered sequence death is but a breath away.
I. I hear sirens screaming--
C. See lightning rip the sky,
B. Be afraid my darling--
M. Embrace me as we die.
Dark clouds gather (tensions mounting)--current tides are making waves,
They navigate a sea of tears--above them storms in tea-cups rage.
Only Jonah 'neath the ocean witnesses the damage done,
But can't turn back the hands of time--none can unload a smoking gun.
I. I hear sirens screaming--
C. See lightning rip the sky,
B. Be afraid my darling--
M. Embrace me as we die.
The lords of Fleet Street speculate--as noble statesmen mediate,
They tread on thin ice cracked by hate--one slip could spell disaster.
We gave you power to decide--but now you gamble with our lives,
We've all been taken for a ride--next stop the hereafter.
These implements of science-friction--
Are the pawns of power play,
By splitting hairs and splitting atoms--
They'll kill us all the 'new-clear' way.
Entice us through Megeddo's gateway on this final exodus,
As flesh is turned to ash and vapour by the fires of 'terminus.'
this is a ghost town
alive with the echoes of failures fled
lit up by shiny faces
that parade the streets
what used to be
of humility is gone
you walk on mounts
of skull and bone
where living is denied
i see more movement in decomposition
than in those hollow eyes
it is the only place i know
where death is most alive
it is when truth is is turned to lie
that death is most alive
set flame to the ensnarers
and pierce that ornate shield
branded by what claims you
you wear the mark of death
tear from loss and agony
a character defined
stripped of all but tragedy
what life is left to find
go now-until there s nothing left
go now-the dying has began
so i flee from all that is me
to hide behind this pale dead face
whatever happened to desire,want and need
whatever happened to integrity
imagination is a curse in all of this
whatever happened to the ones left behind
this is a ghost town
bodies dragged through endless streets
go now,to never return
i see more pitiful humiliation
How do you choose
Was it me or your mood
That let your hounds of hate out
Out of the gates
You were the place
That I always want to get to
Quick on the draw
We'll fight 'till we're raw
'Till the bully has had enough
Caught in the rough
Us diamonds are tough
And we're never going to give up
You want hard love
You and I
Kill or kind
We just might
Make it through the mines
We cut the thread
Two hearts made of lead
Did they lead us down the wrong road?
There's charm in the flaw
And the key fits the lock
Ignominious avaricious
ruinous impetus.
Nebulous sumptuous
fictious terminus.
Be a part of something bigger.
Why don't you join the winning team?
Safety in numbers is the trigger.
It's so much simpler than it seems.
Come on, now, don't be stupid.
You'll never make it on your own.
Get in line, now, without question.
Acknowledge signs as they are shown.
Ignominious avaricious
ruinous impetus.
Nebulous sumptuous
fictious terminus.
What makes you think your faith is stronger
than any we have come across?
Be sure that we know how to break it
without you feeling any loss.
We'll twist it all around in angles
throughout which you've never seen.
'Cause in the end, you're either with us or against us.
There just ain't no "in beween".
Ignominious avaricious
ruinous impetus.
Nebulous sumptuous
fictious terminus.
And, if you've been pointed out,
constitutional rights do not apply.
Guilty as charged, no room for doubt.
Just like Salem all over again.
The witch-hunt of Salem all over again.
Just like Salem all over again.
Efficatious punctilious
callous apparatus.
Fatuous credulous
She built her Self upon ways she was told one must expand, one must inflate The Creature character Face in a frame image and body trading place Thus began striving faith in the way she won't accede, she will not end Forever bound slave in her cage She fears the world, she fears change...
You will end, you will die and there's no way out. Accept it, and die to Self to flee mortality
Break me, I'm not broke
Take me, I'm not took
Cake me, I'm not cooked
Fake me, I'm not fucked
Wake me, I'm awake
Shake me, I'm a jerk
Wash me, I'm a lake
Make me, I'm a crook
In light of my seven weeks of
melting pleasure, melting pleasure
Hold me, I'm a gun, six shots and I'll be gone
Hold me, I'm the one, tomorrow I'll be gone
Kill me, I'm not dead
Will me, I'm not read
Drain me, I'm not bled
Brain me, not a head
Fill me, I'm a tank
Blame me, I'm a blank
Wash me, I'm so clean
Love me, I'm so mean
In light of my seven weeks of
melting pleasure, melting pleasure
Hold me, I'm a gun, six shots and i'll be gone