A Whistler and His Gun Songtext

von Vicious Art

Alarming, disturbing and yet so pleasure filling It burns me I need it give
Birth my charlatans Afflicting for ages your world has drained my conscience
Determined with pleasure I know my time has come Indifferent to his faith
All reason's blown away A whistler on display A whistler and his gun Too far
I have wandered in feeble compromises The skin of my soul mate feels like a
Warm embrace To own this assignment to kill a child in anger I killed once
Regretful but wish to kill again Too swollen now Too swollen now Too swollen
Now blast from the inside And my mind is now And my mind is now And my mind
Is now dead to the outside Then we found our luck While the music played
With the pied piper In the dark again Forced Pressured Medical Slave
Bewildered by darkness my shadowlike appearance Conceal me protect me
Against this viciousness Reloading uncertain not knowing why it's breathing
Let silver caress me into oblivion Indifferent to his faith All reason's
Blown away A whistler on display A whistler and his gun Too swollen now Too
Swollen now Too swollen now blast from the inside And my mind is now And my
Mind is now And my mind is now dead to the outside Then we found our luck
While the music played With the pied piper In the dark again Forced
Pressured Medical Slave Who am I Hide and seek Chemicals in me Indifferent
To his faith All reason's blown away A whistler on display A whistler and
His gun Too swollen now Too swollen now Too swollen now blast from the
Inside And my mind is now And my mind is now And my mind is now dead to the
Outside Then we found our luck While the music played With the pied piper In
The dark again Forced Pressured Medical Slave