Vicious Art - A Whistler And His Gun lyrics

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 a**ignment to k** a child in anger I k**ed once regretful but wish to k** 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