Songtext von Spiritual Mess

Digging the grave of subhuman race Suffocate them in unholy blood Revenge of hundred years Possessing my soul Blades're ready, hearts're cold Hungry to smell and taste your blood The hunt's begun, choose your creature Stab, rape them more and more Feelings're lost till the last bastard drops Bury'em alive cut their throats Running, fighting but no where to go My place is small, walls are soft Already counted all pink elephants Drugs're fine but docs're mad Mad, mad I'm not mad Insane, insane help me Mad, mad I'm not mad Insane, insane help me Blades're ready hearts're cold.