Gadget / Phobia
Gadget
Album • 2010
16 Tracks
Gadget
Album • 2010
I make the ground rumble I make the sky turn red I will bring you to the end. It´s time to say goodbye It doesn´t matter where you hide I´ve been sent out to the end your life. Eternal darkness falls upon the earth (just) not for tonight Shut up - stand in line! The self "Taught" instinct Of the unconscious mind. I´ll make your body tremble I find your eyes with fear Now realize and comprehend. The dark lord is here bow down and you will find A torture session of a different kind. I turn into the dark lord. (x3)
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
We are abscessed, diseased, possessed - driven by greed Cast out, descent, brought to torment - piercing your veins. With our poisoned fingers , we share the poisoned ones Introducing to your mind: Lies! Unleashed by hell We chime the bell We are abscessed, diseased, possessed brought to torment.
I can´t believe the words coming out from your mouth They seem so unreal they can´t be true. I don´t care what you say Cause you´re fucked in the head (x2) Remember that thing you told me? No, guess you mix it up. Don´t you realise i see right trough you I don´t care what you say Cause you´re fucked in the head (x2) I am so fed up with lies They shred me to pieces, big fucking pieces (x4) I don´t want them and i don´t need them I don´t want them and i don´t need them I don´t want them and i don´t need them I don´t want them and i don´t FUCKING need them!
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
My day of reckoning panic fear distress A life of suffering made me what i am. I cannot breathe I cannot move I cannot feel within these walls; all is pain! Locked up - pushed down into a darkness A blank, broken mind behind my empty eyes I feel my soul let go As death is closing in. Inhale - asphyxiate inhale - suffocate.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
The weight on my shoulders The scars on my back. Messed up, worn out, fucked up. The rope my decision I´m left out to act. Messed up, worn out, fucked up.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Wake up on a floor with blood on my hands with broken wrists i crawl I´ve fallen from grace, no turning back reached the point of no return. In slime i crawl, in pus i lay here on the table of filth A rising panic builds up inside i´m fallen towards the dark. I´m fallen! Repentance, what have i done Fear, of what i´ve become Confusion, no one to tell Unholy, i´m going to hell. In slime i crawl, in pus i lay here on the table of filth A rising panic builds up inside i´m fallen towards the dark. I´m fallen!
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
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