From the recording Modern Hel
Lyrics
Down here in my secret lair
I’m working on making things a little bit more fair
For those of you who have passed on
And for the woeful mourners that somehow still hold on
And on and on
Sure ain’t your average nine to five
No fanfare for the ones whom Galvanism drives
It’s kinda rough, but be that as it may
I take the Unhallowed Art over any formulae
Inject the agent
Now we wait
For these cold, lifeless memories to reanimate
Please grant me open eyes
Let me know I did everything right
Please grant me open eyes
Let me know I did everything right
Inject the agent
Now we wait
For these cold, lifeless memories to reanimate
Please grant me open eyes
Let me know I did everything right
Please grant me open eyes
Let me know I did everything right
Please open your eyes
Please open your eyes
Please open your eyes
Please open your eyes