A Split-Second -ARSENIC ON THE ROCKS- Supper time is over for the cannibal tribes Slice me

*A Split-Second*

-ARSENIC ON THE ROCKS-

Supper time is over for the cannibal tribes
Slice me now
Plastic faces in a meltdown room
Chatter chatter...
The glowing of the faces in the acid light
Slice me now
Bend my body, stretch my mind
trying to be of your kind

Nash away the emptiness
and swallow me, swallow me
the venom of a hundred thousand snakes
exasperation leaves me down
Slice me now
digging a hole for another conscience
and swallow me, swallow me, all of me
Wash away the emptiness and burn it up, burn
it up

        ... and now we explode

Hate incinerating in the acid rain
drinking boredom, smoking pain
slipping from my fingers
it's a passionate crime
closer to your image
a cleansing shrine

Moisture on the cutlery, the taste of our decline
no way to stop me breathing now,
the rythm makes you mine

Gazing down the abyss, there's no sense in
going on
Arsenic on either side
Just let me turn to stone


-=-=-=-A Split-Second is: Marc Ickx
                          Chrismar Chayell