(Funeral March)


(Whisper)

"Cursed is the ground for thy sake, in sorrow thou shalt eat of it all the days of thy life; Thorns also and thistles shall bring it forth to thee; And thou shalt eat the herb of the field; In sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground, for ot it was thou taken; For dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return" - Genesis 3:17-19


(TO) ME!


I cant return to thee,

A Vagrant death,

Dark genesis,

Come and see,

My Gasping Last Breath.




Dust to Dust,

Limbs to Limbs,

Why can't you,

See all this?

Well I give up,

You give in,

The dark inside,

My Genesis


(Serpent Tongue)


Denude my insanity,

All of this makes me,

Alone inside,

I try to call for thee,

My new beginning,

Just cry and cry...


Dust to Dust,

Limbs to Limbs,

Why can't you,

See all this?

Well I give up,

You give in,

The dark inside,

My Genesis


(Genesis, Genesis, Genesis)

The Dark Inside My Genesis

(Genesis, Genesis, Genesis)

The Dark Inside My Genesis!


The Last Organs Of Netopia,

You're Underground,

A Funeral March Of Brigade Wall,

(Claustophobic)

Without A Sound,

I Cant Take This Duty,

I Undetake You With Me,

You're Memory Is In My Head,

And Its Putting Me Dead!


My Genesis!

Dust To Dust, Limbs To Limbs, Why Cant You See All This

Genesis!

Well I Give Up, You Give In, The Dark Inside

My Genesis!