Skeletons of Society
Slayer
Minutes seem like days Since fire ruled the sky The rich became the beggars And the fools became the wise Memories linger in my brain Of burning from the acid rain A pain I never have won Nothing here remains No future and no past No one could foresee The end that came so fast Hear the prophet make his guess That paradise lies to the west So join his quest for the sun Shades of death are all I see Fragments of what used to be The world slowly decays Destruction fills my eyes Harboring the image Of a spiraling demise Burning winds release their fury Simulating judge and jury Drfiting flurries of pain Deafening silence reigns As twilight fills the sky Eventual supremacy Daylight waits to die Darkness always calls my name A pawn in this recurring game Humanity going insane Shades of death are all I see Fragments of what used to be Minutes seem like days Corrosion fills the sky Morbid dreams of anarchy Brought judgment in disguise Memories linger in my brain Life with nothing more to gain Perpetual madness remains Shades of death are all I see Skeletons of society Fragments of what used to be Skeletons of societyaggression alternative alternative rock apocalypse attitude brilliant brooky1969 - great songs list cool dave lombardo doom metal dystopia dystopian emo fav favorite albums favorite songs female vocalist from: california from: huntington beach From: USA gazz0line great solo green day hard rock heavy heavy metal life of pain Love Love Metal LİSTEM marching metal metal as fuck modern metal past and present loved songs post-grunge Power metal powerful punk punk rock Punk-Pop rock sexiest songs ever skeletons Slayer speed metal thrash thrash metal trash metal warp city
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