PYROCLASS

Pyroclass, once enjoyed the "better times".
Now living day by day mining mountains of sorrow
for memories of gold.

Through the core of hell and back again,
they've learned to survive.
But what's it worth when they always dread,
and burn up inside.
All he wanted was a modest life
job, wife and kids.
All he got is no sleep at night,
picking up the bits...

...in my mind,
I'll not deny,
pictures of good times
still passing by.

Loosing control,
Won't be treated like a fool.
shooting guns, tossing (planting) bombs.
Killing everybody around.
Slashing through the night.
Cutting throats, poking eyes.
Taking back my life.
No one else will survive.

'Till we call it home.
A place were we'll grow old,
where we'll lay our bones.
But first theirs and yours.

Through the core of hell and back again,
but this time it's fine.
Because I won't fear anymore,
I won't stand in line.
I lost my fucking mind,
job, wife and kids.
Now I lurk in the night,
chopping you to bits.

...in my eyes,
you'll not deny,
pictures of good times
waving goodbye.

Loosing control,
Won't be treated like a fool.
shooting guns, tossing (planting) bombs.
Killing everybody around.
Slashing through the night.
Cutting throats, poking eyes.
Taking back my life.
No one else will survive.

'Till we call it home.
A place were we'll grow old,
where we'll lay our bones.
But first theirs and yours.

And it feels like home.
A place were we're growing bored.
Where we chew on bones,
on bloody totem poles, live in denial.

Pyroclass, once enjoyed the "better times".
Now living day by day mining mountains of sorrow.

Loosing control,
Won't be treated like a fool.
shooting guns, tossing (planting) bombs.
Killing everybody around.
Slashing through the night.
Cutting throats, poking eyes.
Taking back my life.
No one else will survive.