Skrew - Cold Angel Press Lyrics

Quarter of an inch past life's death

Flash of a smile with lies on it's breath

Cold sharp steel with ander on flesh

Know the touch of the cold angel press



Gouged out tongue, don't speak but scream

A language of pain, sleep now dream

Starving crippled dog hang on now breathe

Life just lived tomorrow to be forgot

Flesh to earth inanimate to rot

Memories, memories nothing to repress

Know the touch of the cold angel press



Life's too cheap

Make me bleed

Stupidity's the seed



From the seeds of hot white pain

Come questions only the gods can explain

Thoughts and visions of animal insanity

Personal hells of all humanity

Quarter of an inch past life's death

Know the touch of the cold angel press



Life's too cheap

Stupidity's the seed

Make me bleed



From the seeds of hot white pain

Come questions only the gods can explain

Thoughts and visions of animal insanity

Personal hells of all humanity

Quarter of an inch past life's death

Know the touch of the cold angel press