Brock - Calvert - )

In the back of my neck I can feel a strange sensation

Feels like I'm heading for the crisis of all creation

Only those with death wish understand my situation

Feels like Jesus Christ heading for the stations



of the cross, in my death trap, death trap

Running in my death trap, death trap

Chicken running in my death trap, death trap



Heading for the crossroads of fiery crucifixion

Lighting up the night sky with bitterness distinction

While I hold the wheel of fate, smell of burning friction

I feel like a hero heading for extinction



It's the shell of steel or plastic

Monkey on elastic, going up and down

Crank shaft cracking up

Oil pressure going down

Brake drums blowing out

Tyres on fire now

Differential seize up, unbalanced cam shaft

Worn out pistons rings, brake fade, brake fade

hydraulic leak out, radiator overheat

Monkey on elastic, going up and down

Shell of steel or plastic, turning round

Shell of steel or plastic

Monkey on elastic, going up and down

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THE DEMISE

Arioch I summon thee

Lord of the Seven Darks

Arioch I summon thee

Put fire in my heart

Arioch I summon thee

Can you hear my plea

Arioch I summon thee

In my hour of need

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