The blood of the beast lies in my veins,
living in the depths of a shadow sin.
Death is the talk of a mad man's reign,
evil actions are what make me grin.
A blood warrior from the center of Hell,
a missionary of terror and death.
Satan's soldier with a putrid smell,
until the end of time he will fight with a hatred breath.
Sweet Dreams are made of these.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.
Some on them want to use you.
Some of them want to be used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.
Movin' on.
Movin' on.
Movin' on.
Sweet Dreams are made of these.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.
Some on them want to use you.
Some of them want to be used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.
Movin' on.
Movin' on.
Movin' on.
Sweet Dreams are made of these.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.
Some on them want to use you.
Some of them want to be used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.
That’s not right, we’re family. But only when it comes to me. Cause I’m the only man with needs.
I need all the attention from everyone, cause I’m just a poor man that’s kinda dumb.
Nothing can happen to me cause I’m in a wheel chair, I want all your sympathy, if not, I’ll fake a stroke right here.
You wanna try to correct me, don’t even start, cause you’re talking to a fuckin' retart!
I think I know everything, but I really don’t, I don’t know shit because I’m always stoned!
Remember, I’m Randy Reno, and I’m always talking about dumbass shit that I don’t know!
I lay in bed all day to try to get sympathy, the truth is, I’m just bein’ lazy! And wracking up my diaper full of pee! Bitch!
Remember, I’m Randy, Wheel Chair Whillie, catch me rollin’ down the street and smoking on a philly, I'm always actin’ crazy and maybe just a kinda silly!
This is the time for our metal reign. So you can see we live for us. No plan, no rules. Just time and life. With passion with pride, we fight. We declare self rightness, self law, self ownership. We die we rot, we burn for eternity!
The demons lay their eggs inside me,
but my friend that's just life you see.
As they hatch and begin to grow,
you watch as their red eyes glow.
Passionately eating your innards away,
forcing your light side a stray.
Dark and powerfull forces devouring
all that is you as they are conquering.
They make their way into your mind,
seeding you with darkness and lies.
A voice says in the back of your head,
that you are just better off dead.
"It's easier to fall than it is to rise,
it's harder to live than it is to die.
Death is the reason that we live,
birth is the reason that we die.
Controlling the masses,
read your passage,
you've got to fear burning in Hell!
Living in their
blissful hypocrisy!
A cancerous disease,
a breathing Conspiracy!
Make your contribution,
to hide in your illusion,
the corrupt will be sure to see it goes no where!
You can't change my mind now, it is far too late!
All the lies spread, all the things done, all the people abused in vein!
So come with me now, and please don't hesitate!
